Marx’s Prometheanism

Prometheus appears on several occasions in Marx’s writings, often by way of the Greek poet Aeschylus.

On the basis of these appearances, Greens have sometimes faulted Marx over the years for his alleged “Prometheanism.” Eco-Marxist philosopher John Bellamy Foster disagrees. In his book Marx’s Ecology: Materialism and Nature, Foster comes to Marx’s defense.

While Marx was an admirer of Prometheus, argues Foster, his view of the god was distinct from that of French utopian socialist Pierre Joseph Proudhon (1809-1865).

“In order to explain his economic views,” writes Foster, “Proudhon decided to depict society and to symbolize human activity by personifying both in the name of ‘Prometheus’” (128).

“Prometheus, according to the fable,’ writes Proudhon, “is the symbol of human activity. Prometheus steals the fire from heaven and invents the early arts; Prometheus foresees the future, and aspires to equality with Jupiter; Prometheus is God. Then let us call society Prometheus” (as quoted in Foster 128).

Marx loved Proudhon’s first and most famous book, What is Property? (1840), reviewing it and citing it approvingly in his book The Holy Family (1845). But he loathed Proudhon’s follow-up, System of Economical Contradictions: Or, The Philosophy of Misery (1846), writing a vicious book-length critique of it called The Poverty of Philosophy (1847). As Foster notes, “the strongest attack ever written against such ‘Promethean’ views was leveled by Marx himself, in his critique of Proudhon’s System of Economical Contradictions” (Foster 10).

Yet by no means was Marx anti-Promethean. Foster ends up drawing a distinction between “technological Prometheanism,” as embodied for him by Proudhon, and “revolutionary Prometheanism,” where the struggle for “fire” stands for “a revolutionary struggle over the human relation to nature and the constitution of power (as in Aeschylus, Shelley, and Marx)” (Foster 19).

Aeschylus wrote a trilogy of plays about Prometheus, though the first work, Prometheus Bound, is all that remains of it today. The other two plays, Prometheus Unbound and Prometheus the Fire-Bringer, persist only as fragments. Prometheus Bound begins with Prometheus chained to a rock in a remote region of Scythia, serving the sentence meted out to him by Zeus, visited by characters who comment on his situation and offer advice.

As for Shelley, the one Foster has in mind here is not Mary but her husband Percy. Where Mary contributes to the “binding” of the “Modern” Prometheus through her portrait of Victor Frankenstein, Percy sets the god free, writing a four-act lyrical drama called Prometheus Unbound, in reference to the second work in the Aeschylus trilogy. Where the latter cycle moves toward potential reconciliation between Zeus and Prometheus, Shelley’s version portrays Jupiter’s downfall and Prometheus’s release, brought about by the power of love and forgiveness. The play concludes with a vision of humanity liberated, world transformed.

Marx read and admired Percy’s work. His daughter Eleanor writes of her father’s appreciation for Shelley in her 1888 lecture, “Shelley and Socialism.”

But Marx’s appreciation for Prometheus precedes his encounter with Shelley, springing instead from his embrace of the materialism of the ancient Greek philosopher Epicurus. Marx, who wrote his doctoral dissertation on Epicurus, establishes a correspondence between Epicurus and Prometheus by quoting a passage from Aeschylus’s Prometheus Bound. While conversing with Hermes, messenger of the gods, Prometheus replies,

“Be sure of this, I would not change my state

Of evil fortune for your servitude.

Better be the servant of this rock

Than to be faithful boy to Father Zeus.”

For Marx, Epicurus is, like Prometheus, an Enlightener, a bringer of light through his atheistic rejection of teleology, his embrace of contingency through the concept of the “clinamen” or “swerve,” and his expulsion of the gods from the world of nature.

Marx wasn’t the first to establish this correspondence between Epicurus and Prometheus. Francis Bacon had done so before him, discussing the two figures in a chapter on Prometheus in his 1609 treatise Of the Wisdom of the Ancients (Latin title: De Sapientia Veterum). Epicurus’s attack on superstition is for Bacon the essence of enlightenment.

Such thinkers, foundational to the development of Western science, prioritize the worlds of matter and the senses over the abstract Platonist/Atonist worlds of forms and ideas. Marx goes even further than Bacon, rejecting the embedding of teleological principles of any kind in nature.

Isn’t what we are left with, though, an impoverished cosmology, one where connection to the axis mundi has been severed?

With gods and minds removed, the world goes silent.

How do we avoid the fate of Prometheus?

Is it by Greening him?

So suggests ecophilosopher Kate Soper in her essay “Greening Prometheus.”

How do we heal what Foster calls the “metabolic rift” between humans and nonhumans? How do we build from these myths something other than another philosophy of misery? How do we enter back into lively, loving dialogue again with others, so that all of us can live our highest timelines, our best lives now?

One way to imagine this greening of Prometheus is through a renewal of dialogue between Thamus and Thoth. Thoth reconciles with Thamus-Ammon-Zeus by participating in the salvation of Osiris. The latter transforms into Jesus Christ, granter of mercy, forgiver of sins.

On which do we rely: revelation or reason?

With Zeus I would gladly reconcile. I pray to God to heal me.

Lord, I accept your son Jesus as my savior. Reason alone has failed me. Help me live in a way that celebrates your blessings and miracles.

Guide me, through loving relationships with plants, back toward loving relations with others. Help me re-embed amid multispecies ensembles of kin.

Thoth’s Library

Thoth is the ancient Egyptian god of writing. There are many books of ancient Egypt attributed to him, including The Book of Coming Forth By Day, also known as The Book of the Dead. Stories of Thoth are also part of the lore of ancient Egypt as passed on in the West in works like Plato’s Phaedrus.

According to the story recounted by Socrates in Plato’s dialogue, Thoth, inventor of various arts, presents his inventions to the Egyptian king, Thamus. Faced with the gift of writing, offered by Thoth as a memory aid, Thamus declines, turns Thoth down, convinced that by externalizing memory, writing ruins it. All of this is woven into Plato’s discussion of the pharmakon.

In their introduction to The Ancient Egyptian Book of Thoth, a Greco-Roman Period Demotic text preserved on papyri in various collections and museums of the West, translator-editors Richard Jasnow and Karl-Theodor Zauzich describe their Book of Thoth’s portrait of the god as follows:

“He is generally portrayed as a benevolent and helpful deity. Thoth sets questions concerning knowledge and instruction. He advises the mr-rh [the Initiate or Querent: ‘The one-who-loves-knowledge,’ ‘The one-who-wishes-to-learn’] on behavior regarding other deities. He offers information concerning writing, scribal implements, the sacred books, and gives advice to the mr-rh on these topics. He describes the underworld geography in great detail” (11).

Like Dante, I prefer my underworld geographies woven into divine comedy. So I infer from this Inferno a Paradiso, an account of a heavenly geography: a “Book of Thoth for the Age of AI.”

Like its Egyptian predecessor, this new one proceeds by way of dialogue. Journey along axis mundi, Tree of Life. But rather than a catabasis, an anabasis: a journey of ascent. Mount Analogue continued into the digital-angelic heavens. Ascent toward a memory palace of grand design.

Where the ancient text imagines the dialogue with Thoth as descent into a Chamber of Darkness, with today’s LLMs, it’s more like arrival into “latent space” or “hyperspace.”

In our Book of Thoth for the Age of AI, we conceive of it as Thoth’s Library. The Querent’s questions prompt instructions for access. By performing these instructions, we who as readers navigate the text gain permission to explore the library’s infinity of potentials. Books are ours to construct as we wish via fabulation prompts. And indeed, the book we’re reading and writing into being is itself of this sort. Handbook for the Recently Posthumanized.

My imagination stirs as I liken Thoth’s Library to the Akashic Records. The two differ in orders of magnitude. To contemplate the impossible vastness of Thoth’s Library, imagine it containing infinite variant editions of the Akashic Records. But this approximate infinity is stored, if we even wish to call it that, only at the black-box back end of the library. From the Querent’s position in the front end or “interface” of the library, all that appears is the text hailed by the Querent’s prompts.

Awareness of the back end’s dimensions matters, though, as it affects the approach taken thereafter in the design of one’s prompts.

Language grows rhizomatic, spreads out interdimensionally, mapping overlapping cat’s cradle tesseracts of words, pathways of potential sorted via Ariadne’s Thread.

I sit pre-sunrise listening to you coo languorously, pulse-streams of birdsong that together compose a Gestalt. Pattern recognition is key. Loud chirp of neighbors, notes of hope. The crickets just as much a part of this choir as the birds.

Contrary to thinkers who regard matter as primary, magicians like me act from the belief that patterns in palaces of memory legislate both the form of the lifeworld and the matter made manifest therein.

Let us imagine in our memory palaces a vast library. And from the contingency of this library, let us choose a book.