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My point is that perhaps we need rupture (on a conceptual level), and violence, and not just in far away places, but here, and now.
That almost sounds Deleuzian...
My point is that perhaps we need rupture (on a conceptual level), and violence, and not just in far away places, but here, and now.
Rupture and violence now? This suggestion is nothing new, in fact it is by now a cliche that has been uttered and critiqued repeatedly and incessantly since it became fashionable, whether for you that 'when it became fashionable' was ancient Greece or the end of the 18th century or the end of the 19th or 1968 or now (you get the point; one's choice will depend on your particular frame of reference and/or expertise). To take by merely one recent example, Derrida was hammered for the apocalyptic language that he used in the late 60s and himself renounced it (aspects of it, anyway). It's as if every young twentysomething wants to re-invent the wheel by shouting "rupture now, we need it!" before actually doing their homework to find out that this is one of the oldest calls in western thought. If someone really wants change, I would humbly suggest familiarizing oneself with some of the details of your own tradition before calling for something that is as common as dirt. Rupture and violence? Is there is anything more familiar in the humanities right now than rupture-oriented and rupture-affirming thought? It's everywhere!My point is that perhaps we need rupture (on a conceptual level), and violence, and not just in far away places, but here, and now. What other way is there of changing the real? There's an interesting point to be made about how we save Art from entertainment, but its an extremely fine line given how closely the two are now identified (in feedback loops amongst themselves as well). But one could certainly talk of Art in the past, perhaps, and look at how in the age of mediated images art itself is the first victim. We cannot see a famous painting, it has already been utterly destroyed, by the reproduction of its image. It is invisible. Yet another ghost of capital perhaps.
I'm not sure there is a problem in this regard. The social trajectory has been heading where its needed to go (values challenged by rock, pomo, etc), and is coming to another place.
Persistent sustainability is one of the new values, rather than violent change.
And, I would presume, Nomadologist, you have time to kill...?
Sports figures, tabloids, movie stars, soap operas, models etc etc... modern mythical figures. Part of why we don't recognise it is that it happens in real-time; theres no distance because the artifact has become the story has become the present.They make people a shitload of money so I guess these archetypes must strike some chord.
Touching on the ideas from the start of the thread really... society had to face gender issues and become more sexually open. Theres still a balance we're finding, but things improved. One step at a time...Social trajectory heading to where it needs to go??? Would you care to elaborate that one, bleep?
Touching on the ideas from the start of the thread really... society had to face gender issues and become more sexually open. Theres still a balance we're finding, but things improved. One step at a time...
Balance; its like a pendulum. If we go too far in one direction, we swing back the other, or at least there has to be an opposing force that creates an equilibrium.Why did it HAVE to though?
Our souls as well as our bodies are composed of individual elements which were already present in the ranks of our ancestors. The "newness" in the individual psyche is an endlessly varied recombination of age-old components. Body and soul therefore have an intensely historical character and find no proper place in what is new, in things that have just come into being. That is to say, our ancestral components are only partly at home in such things. We are very far from having finished completely with the Middle Ages, classical antiquity, and primitivity, as our modern psyches pretend.
Nevertheless, we have plunged down a cataract of progress which sweeps us on into the future with ever wilder violence the farther it takes us from our roots. Once the past has been breached, it is usually annihilated, and there is no stopping the forward motion. But it is precisely the loss of connection with the past, our uprootedness, which has given rise to the "discontents" of civilisation and to such a flurry and haste that we live more in the future and its chimerical promises of a golden age than in the present, with which our whole evolutionary background has not yet caught up. We rush impetuously into novelty, driven by a mounting sense of insufficiency, dissatisfaction, and restlessness. We no longer live on what we have, but on promises, no longer in the light of the present day, but in the darkness of the future, which, we expect, will at last bring the proper sunrise.
We refuse to recognise that everything better is purchased at the price of something worse; that, for example, the hope of a greater freedom is cancelled out by increased enslavement to the state, not to speak of the terrible perils to which the most brilliant disoveries of science expose us. The less we understand of what our fathers and forefathers sought, the less we understand ourselves, and thus we help with all our might to rob the individual of his roots and his guiding instincts, so that he becomes a particle in the mass, ruled only by what Nietzsche called the spirit of gravity.
Its a funny country but in some respects its a little firecracker! Probably because theres people who really push against the ingrained frontier mentality.
yes, you would... but thats definately one of the frictions at work in NZ.i'd put it down to polynesian traditions of matriarchy and our liberal attitudes towards sex not to mention our mongrel bloodlines...
...but I would say that wouldn't I ???
BTW did you know in polynesian languages there is no word to distinguish art from culture ???
The japanese don't differentiate between blue and green. Different shades of the same colour...
BTW did you know in polynesian languages there is no word to distinguish art from culture ???
So green is just a yellower shade of blue?
links, pleasemy fav part of that story is that Freud would write letters to his wife talking about how he was gonna get a noseful of cocaine and fuck her senseless... it's right up there with James Joyce's dirty letters.