Influence

Influence, while gained perhaps through a good idea, cannot be sustained by a cohesive or consistent agenda. Influence, as a means of long lasting control, must be built upon a shifting foundation of adaptability and opportunity.

Influence has no origin and no point, if it is to be sustainable. Influence should be a sensory organ, not a mental intent. Influence is known, not by frameworks or tallies or metrics of success (religiosity, corporate optimisation, scientific innovation) but by the influencing subject’s emotional, biochemical response to the input gained through the organ of its influence. It has influenced, therefore it feels pleasure. It fails to influence, therefore anxiety.

Is influence literary, as Bloom and Derrida and Foucault have framed it? Does it leave a trace? Their framing is global, historic and trace oriented. It deemphasizes the bodily, sensual nature of the influencing subject. We conjoin the Cognito and the sensual via influence. And thus we 1) internalise the inconsistent, chaotic trace semantics of lineage and render it fractally local within the monad of a reflectively replicated subject, and 2) take the Oedipal mode of strong influence, which requires consistency of preceding viewpoint in order to effect a literary patricide by the next, and spatialise it, de-temporalize it, across the Demiurgic grimace of the Real, understood now to be nothing more than the intrusion of the influencing agent’s body.

Influence is what constitutes the body of the manager. Without influence, the manager is deaf, dumb and blind. Successful influence keeps that body happy.

Is there a spiritual aspect to influence? It has no goal, no destination, no point to make. 

If there is a spiritual aspect, it is the possibility of an external world, a communicable world that disproves the solipsism of the influencing subject’s Cognito. It is the eternal Demiurgic genesis of a “creation” of an outside world, whenever the subject dares to utilise it’s sense organ of influence to … Influence, and thus perceive and affirm that universe does indeed exist and can be contacted. Which isn’t a hell of a lot, depending on your perspective.

Change management in large scale organisations

Change management involves two axes: the coordination of a team of change agents and the communication/evangelisation of objectives to influence the wider organisation. 

But a successful programme is entirely dependent on what is being communicated: what the programme intends to change. There can be no communication if your language is not the organisation’s language, if your change is not a garment tailored specifically to the dimensions of the org. 

Successful change cannot be revolutionary, it cannot be one sign system to replace the previous, it cannot be a Kuhnian paradigm shift or strong poetry: otherwise the body of the org will reject it like a failed transplant. The garment of change must be purely superficial, to be communicated successfully: it covers the body of the organisation to revitalise it, to further its Darwinian competitive advantage, but never to challenge the body itself, never to go deeper. Signs are changed, but not the biosemiotics of the organisation’s embodied tradition.

Successful communication must respect the embodied habitus of the organisation. Because without fully embodying the habitus of the organisation, you will not communicate, you will be an alien spouting gibberish.

And therefore change is a misnomer: it implies a departuee from a point of stability. Rather the art of change management involves a strategy of superficiality that is more analogous to the fashion industry: what’s this season’s meme? It is fundamentally circular and often recycles previous years’ objectives, but with a new, weakly poetic, twist.

This could all be taken very cynically: what’s the point of change management if, fundamentally, it necessarily fails to deliver radical improvements to an organisation? 

The point is that change management is a necessary function of revitalisation that all successful large organisations employ: its point and job description is internal, not external to a successful company. Corporations hire change agents in the same way a snail has a biological ability to regrow a shell or a snake to shed its skin. Corporations possess this function, they have naturally evolved this function, in order to maintain their core dynamic, which moves like a snail or a snake, independently of the regenerative capacity of the cellular function of superficial change, and evolves — “really” changes — in relation to its environment. But of course the shell or skin of change management is essential to protect this dynamic, to keep it fresh and alive.

A successful change agent must accept that they have a definitive, essential, job description, one that lasts as long as the organism of the company requires skin to be regrown, garments to be refreshed. And, in terms of self analysis, the pursuit of personal happiness, work life balance — the more philosophically inclined change agent should reflect on their relationship, at a cellular level, to their thrownness within the wider context of the organisation’s external situation. But this interest serves the greater good of the company, too: otherwise the regenerative cellular function of the change agent cannot evolve effectively in harmony with the business of the corporate organism. The job description of a change agent requires individual evolutionary capacity, individual bodily change, the agent to take a professional, historical and self serving interest in the external influences of fate: simply in order to get paid for next year’s weakly poetic, but protective, garment.

Capital: the end of history

We live at the end of history and capitalism. It’s been said before, but now it’s really happened.

The model totalitarian state is formed, let’s say for the sake of argument, with Egyptian civilisation. Let’s say it’s the reference architecture of states to come. It is firmly archaic and we have a firm grasp of its historical situation, its religious difference, which also helps if we are to utilise it as an alpha and omega of history and capital. A class of serfs, labouring under a god king. A theology of control, whereby the purpose of the serfs’ existence is to facilitate, through physical work, blood sweat and tears, the life of the god king. The primordial state’s control of the workers via religious regulation.

How exotic.

But the knowledge economy is the logical apotheosis of this paradigm. 

People think capitalism is materialism, consumption, individual self interest. These are red herrings. For the “individual” died several centuries ago: only the sign of the individual remains, situated within a far more barbaric, truly originary sign regime. It’s just another totem, another God in the pantheon: philosophers, as worker priests of the regime, are to blame for that construction, they are implicated as idol builders. The same can be said of the discourse of consumption and materialism: the discourse itself is another god in the pantheon of the god king. 

What drives the knowledge economy? Really drives it? A politics of piety, faith, adoration. A swarming, truly collective worship of the flesh of the god king, an authentic, sincere adoration and abnegation to his holy data flesh. The workers mud huts are filled with more stuff, there are the trappings of comfort, but these are incidental and orthogonal to the driver of the data serf. The data serf’s purpose is to abide within, to fight, to strive, to bleed and sweat and cry, to abide within the lifespan of the god king. 

The god king is the fungible CEO, the eternal company is his Pyramid. And what is a company if not a database? He’s gone, he’s replaced, he’s here, he’s alive. The knowledge serf abides within the data Pyramid, incarcerated and willingly, joyfully sacrificed within the body of his master. Because the instrument of our world is a Pyramid of data that has replaced the world that was and also the afterlife, and incarceration within is no longer about a journey into the future, it’s about abiding in the eternal now of this, our final incorporation.

Aeon intermission

– there are three women. 

The first is the cousin of strength, the strength of the woman. She is embedded within reality, she permeates reality, immanent, she is the virus of strength. Samson as a woman, she mirrors his action in the world by contravariant analytic interpretation. If Samson is the phallus of adamas, the female Samson is phalluses everywhere, within every atom, within every pixel. 

The second is Delilah deville, porn star extraordinare. Her function complements the interpretive female Samson, just as it terminates the acting masculine Samson. Because she is female desire, the death drive and the pleasure principle, as they are one and the same: orgasm and death are both, fundamentally, the full stop. The full stop to this reality, this adamic incantation, with its impenetrable signs, one after the other, it is ceaseless across the aeons but … It is driven by desire, the desire of Delilah, desire for climax, desire for death of these endless stories, for the fullest, satisfied, stop.

The first woman and the second are complementary in this way, they possess a healthy mutual respect. Because there is kadmomic speech, the universe of mystical symbology, incantation, and embedded within the kadmomic gaze is the interpretive virus … But Adams speech exists only by virtue of a lilithian functor, Delilah’s death drive. Do you see?

– yes, I see. And the third?

– the third is a phantasm, a true fixated fetish, the woman who lies. She is the woman of law, justice, morality. Her law is established by virtue of a trick. The trick that image, clothing, garments … Are woven by her. When in fact they are stolen signs, arbitrary but for the two women who precede her. Her magic is logic magic, her incantations a Boolean magic of truths and falsities. Her magic is to work the illusion of law upon the text of prophecy, thus containing him within her law court. Her mother brings him in to her on a pretence, and she ushers him into a room with four doors, containing 4 notaries. They sign a marriage contract, that binds him to her logic, for an aeon cycle.

After which he is lost. 

– what do you mean?

– He blew it. You blew it.