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Against Analysis

“To produce is to force what belongs to another order (that of secrecy and seduction) to materialize.” (Baudrillard, Forget Foucault, pg. 37)

Preamble

The following is a reflection on a tendency of modern, techno- informational capitalist societies: the tendency to ‘analyse’, become ‘self-conscious’, to ‘decide’ or ‘choose’. It is a tendency which is demonstrated in David Foster-Wallace’s This is Water commencement speech and its character is exampled by the following excerpt:

“’Learning how to think’ really means learning how to exercise some control over how and what you think. It means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience.” (David Foster-Wallace, This is Water, 8:10)

As a background, it is worth noting that Continue reading

The Organ with No Body (Part 4.0)

“The hermit turns his back on the world and refuses to have anything to do with it. But one can do more than this: one can try to recreate the world, to build another in its place, one in which the most intolerable features are eliminated and replaced by others that accord with one’s desires. As a rule, anyone who takes this path to happiness, in a spirit of desperate rebellion, will achieve nothing. Reality is too strong for him. He will become a madman and will find nobody to help him realize his delusion.” (Freud, Civilisation and Its Discontents,pg. 23)

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Re-contextualizing Art and Evil

The virtual world is Evil, unreasonable and tends towards Continue reading

Benjamin: The Decomposition of Aura

“The pillars of nature’s temple are alive
and sometimes yield perplexing messages;
forests of symbols between us and the shrine
remark our passage with accomplished eyes”
(Baudelaire, Flowers of Evil,Correspondences l. 1-4)

“These warm fall nights I breathe, eyes closed, the scent
of your welcoming breasts and thereupon appears
the coast of maybe Malabar – some paradise
besotted by the sun’s monotonous fire;”
(Baudelaire, Flowers of Evil,By Association 1-4)

“It was a splendid beach, almost completely deserted, of a geometrical flatness, with immaculate sand and, surrounded by cliffs with strikingly black vertical faces; a man graced with a real artistic temperament would undoubtedly have been able to make the most of this solitude, this beauty. For my part, I felt myself faced with infinity like a flea on a piece of fly paper. I couldn’t give a fuck about this beauty, this geological transcendence. In fact, I even found it all vaguely menacing.”
(Houellebecq,The Possibility of an Island,pg. 74)

“After a certain age… it’s quite obvious that everything has been said and done. How could a project as intrinsically empty as two men spending some time together lead to anything other than boredom, annoyance and, at the end of the day, outright hostility?”
(Houellebecq,The Possibility of an Island,
pg. 60)

The above excerpts mark the transition and evolution of the modern soul – Continue reading