The Messianic Properties of the Age of Meta-Narratives: On the Second Coming of the Author

The Author dies in the moment of writing. As soon as a fact is narrated — no longer with a view to acting directly on reality but intransitively, outside function, the disconnection occurs — the voice loses its origin, the author enters his own death and writing begins.

The culmination of our era is that everything is illuminated and no one can hide. We know the myths, their origins, and their composition. The authors, holding no copyright, or rather given no authority, suffer the fate of socialist ideals: their fruits belong to the village.

No longer are myths for only a selected few. No longer do genetic makeup or family history foretell your rights. We all share the same story. Regardless of hair texture, skin tone, diet.

Thus the criticism of post modernism is turned towards a wilting author. As the pen make its mark, the author sees only its own follies. Not the follies of society, of human psychology, or any other ideal. Only the dilated realness of holding a pen whose motivation is driven by a vacuous nothingness residing inside the author. A nothingness that emerges like a butterfly from a cocoon and flaps its nothingness into the something that must exist in comparison.

The critic becomes a necessity for existence. No longer can the critic hide behind hypocrisy. No longer can the critic place blame while pretending to have clean hands. The clean hands are not allowed to exist in this post post modern world. That is what makes it post post.

The hypocrisy is castigated, whipped across its back, while carrying its cross. Dying for the everyone. So everyone can be free.