June 2012

estates

it’s not that philosophy’s dead, more of a deceased estate – and there are more. We its unwilling executors.

neither politics, nor history either – the more – dead: unwelcome dead letters, yet legible, not yet crumbling in our hands.

it is not philosophy that is bankrupt. We – overdrawn – are exhausted like Beckett’s characters. Carrying…

is it not a Sisyphean task to drag the great rock of negation up the hill only so it may crush us on its way back down

in its groove …?

with these deceased estates, what must be done? honour the letters? live for the dead? their lives? their hollow heaviness?

and in execution of their last words, the will, what betrayal of life?

we are not supposed to receive in the spirit in which what is given is given – there is no will and contestation will only ever be that. Before the law.

the symbolic act, the sign, that is just what it amounts to.

now, what is the

where is the matter

to be found.

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“schools , hospi­tals , housing , transport and communications – those five pillars of a satisfactory life for all – can initially be regionalized (that is a step forward) , then exposed to competition (that is crucial) , and finally handed over to the market (that is decisive)”

Alain Badiou’s The Rebirth of History: Times of Riots and Uprisings, here

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explicit postmodernism: an essay on pornographic style

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representationalism
resolution
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data alchemy

say, how turn information on 900 souls into gold: here

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Slip – dir. Chelsea McMullan / comp. Juliet Palmer / chor. Yvonne Ng

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from The Third Reich: the best sentence and another… do you like sentences?

They had learned to swim in the river and they believed that anyone who learned to swim in rivers could never drown in the sea. In rivers, he said, you have to swim as hard as you can and keep your mouth closed, especially if the river is radioactive.

– Roberto Bolaño, The Third Reich, trans. Natasha Wimmer, Farrar, Strauss and Giroux, New York, 2011, p. 41

“Are you a Nazi?” I hear her voice as I’m wiping my penis with toilet paper.

– Ibid., p. 238

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early Turkish hand grenade and other snaps

 

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, 2 things

link 1: facebook addiction here

link 2: David Byrne & St. Vincent here

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Not this time II

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