preface to the 4th edition (w/ pierre klossowski)

3 06 2009

B • something to the effect of wonder. I mean, here we are. here we all are. I mean … what’s happening? I mean … I

P • well … an intensity is at work in everyone. I’m pretty sure. It’s flux and reflux forming the significant and insignificant fluctuations of thought. and while each of us wants to claim a certain portion of this intensity for his or her very own, in point of fact, Bon, it belongs to no one and has neither beginning nor end. contrary to this more or less undulating element, if each of us forms a closed and apparently limited whole, it is precisely by virtue of a … momentary embrace, if you will, of certain traces of this intensity; that is, by a system of signs we call language. so far as the beginning or end of our own fluctuations are concerned we know nothing — even if the sign be the ME, the I, the SUBJECT of all our propositions! it is, thanks to this sign, however, that we constitute our selves as thinking, that a thought as such occurs to us, even though we are never quite sure that it is not someone else who is thinking and will continue to think in us.

B • but what is this OTHER that forms the outside in relation to the inside that we hold our selves to be?

P • well Bon, the sign ME in the everyday code of communication, so far as it verifies our various internal and external degrees of presence and absence … comes to us gratuitously (thank you Peter), all the while assuring a variable state of coherence within our selves and amongst our surroundings. be that as it may, what have you. Everything leads back to a single discourse, Bon, to fluctuations, of what have you, that correspond to the thought of every one and no one. Everything remains a function of the chaos out of which meaning is generated. boing! thus the thought of no one, but this intensity itself, finds its necessity in him or her who appropriates it, and comes to know his or her destiny in a lifetime of memory and … forgetfulness. I’m sorry, Bon, what was your question?

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jean-paul sartré for dodge dartré

1 08 2008

“In my journey to the end of night, I must rely not only on dialectical paths of reason. I must have a good solid automobile, one that eschews the futile trappings of worldly ennui and asks only for basic maintenance. My Dodge Dart offers me this elemental solace, and as interior parts fall off I am struck by the realization of their pointlessness. I might not know if the window is up or down. It is of no consequence.”





ladies & gentlemen … ludwig wittgenstein

13 07 2008

for more than one reason what i publish here will have points of contact with what other people are writing today
if my remarks do not bear a stamp which marks them as mine
i do not wish to lay any further claim to them as my property

i make them public with doubtful feelings
it is not impossible that it should fall to the lot of this work, in its poverty and in the darkness of this time, to bring light into one brain or another
but of course, it is not likely

i should not like my writing to spare other people the trouble of thinking
but if possible, to stimulate someone else to thoughts of their own

i should have liked to produce a good book
this has not come about
but the time is past in which i could improve it





is there a genie in my pocket?

13 11 2007

I used to give an example of a genie that I had in my pocket but one such that none of our senses could apprehend it. When I would then ask how many in the class were geniests, only a jokester or two would raise their hands; when I asked for a-geniests, perhaps a few more, but when I asked who were agnostic with respect to my genie, almost all hands shot up, proud of their intellectual humility and fairness. “Why then you’re fools,” was my reply. Having no evidence at all for a hypothesis is very good reason for supposing it false, and certainly not being able to prove it false is next to no reason for supposing it to be true. Reason does not demand that we suspend judgment until we can know definitely one way or the other.

~larry





radical thought

21 10 2005

Say: I am real, this is real, the world is real, and nobody laughs. But say: this is a simulacrum, you are only a simulacrum, this war is a simulacrum, and everybody bursts out laughing with a condescending and yellow laughter, or perhaps a convulsive one, as if it was a childish joke or an obscene invitation. Anything which belongs to the order of simulacrum is obscene or forbidden, similar to that which belongs to sex or death. However, our belief in reality and evidence is far more obscene. Truth is what should be laughed at. One may dream of a culture where everyone bursts into laughter when someone says: this is true, this is real.

~Jean Baudrillard