Is there a form of death drive that pushes sexed beings towards a form of reproduction anterior to the acquisition of sexual identities? This fissiparous form, this proliferation by contiguity conjure[s] up in the deepest recesses of our imaginary as something that denies sexuality and seeks to annihilate it.
The cities of the world are concentric, isomorphic, synchronic. Only one exists and you are always in the same one. It’s the effect of their permanent revolution, their intense circulation, their instantaneous magnetism.
Gosh, and to think I’ve always thought that’s the expression of a cat who is about to burst into song. This may be because the cat in question is sitting on a piano.
I suppose bursting into song and staring skeptically up at another catavatar’s arse aren’t mutually exclusive, quite.
Yer doing it again. My tail is now tucked between my hindquarters and my ears well flattened.
But if it’s genuinely an aria being contemplated, then go for it.
But if it’s something from the oeuvre of Chocolate Starfish or ‘O Arsehole Mio’ then think about a duet involving “A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall”. That’s all I’m saying for now.
We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions have withdrawn into the glow of an artificial coziness, and our half-closed eyes now seek little other than the peaceful parade of television pictures.
As terrified men once got ritually and psychologically into animal skins, so we already have gone far to assume and to propagate the behavior mechanisms of the machines that frighten and overpower us.
Professor Nor-bert Wiener, maker of mechanical brains, asserts that, since all organic characteristics can now be mechanically produced, the old rivalry between mechanism and vitalism is finished.
What do they mean by “maker of mechanical brains” ?
According to Wikipedia Norbert Wiener was one of the pioneers of cybernetics, creating machines with self-correcting control systems. Nor-bert Wiener, on the other hand, might have built giant robots that decimated Tokyo.
I met a man called Norbert once, in America. He was the father of my boyfriend’s best friend. In fact his full name was Norbert Hubert Gerber which has remained a fave. (He announced himself by his full name too: “HI! NORBERTHUBERT!PLEASED TA MEETYA!”
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July 12th, 2007 at 9:54 am
And that’s why sockpuppetry is so much fun. After all, who hasn’t given into the urge to ignore Baudrillard and obsess about sex and politics?
July 12th, 2007 at 5:53 pm
Is there a form of death drive that pushes sexed beings towards a form of reproduction anterior to the acquisition of sexual identities? This fissiparous form, this proliferation by contiguity conjure[s] up in the deepest recesses of our imaginary as something that denies sexuality and seeks to annihilate it.
July 12th, 2007 at 9:19 pm
How could they? How dare they largely ignore Baudrillard? Or even smally ignore him?
July 12th, 2007 at 11:13 pm
The cities of the world are concentric, isomorphic, synchronic. Only one exists and you are always in the same one. It’s the effect of their permanent revolution, their intense circulation, their instantaneous magnetism.
July 12th, 2007 at 11:15 pm
Also could Pavlov’s Cat stop staring skeptically up at my arse.
(NB: This is not a Baudrillard quote.)
July 12th, 2007 at 11:46 pm
Gosh, and to think I’ve always thought that’s the expression of a cat who is about to burst into song. This may be because the cat in question is sitting on a piano.
I suppose bursting into song and staring skeptically up at another catavatar’s arse aren’t mutually exclusive, quite.
July 13th, 2007 at 12:53 am
Yer doing it again. My tail is now tucked between my hindquarters and my ears well flattened.
But if it’s genuinely an aria being contemplated, then go for it.
But if it’s something from the oeuvre of Chocolate Starfish or ‘O Arsehole Mio’ then think about a duet involving “A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall”. That’s all I’m saying for now.
(NB: This is also not a Baudrillard quote.)
July 13th, 2007 at 1:15 am
No, no — *puts up large, sturdy umbrella* — something more like this (although what a spurious piano is is anybody’s guess).
I’ll try to sing my half with my eyes shut. But I don’t know what Baudrillard would largely say, I’m sure.
July 13th, 2007 at 2:50 am
We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions have withdrawn into the glow of an artificial coziness, and our half-closed eyes now seek little other than the peaceful parade of television pictures.
July 13th, 2007 at 10:34 am
and cheezburgers, right?
July 13th, 2007 at 10:55 am
Maybe, Nabakov, maybe.
Those damn lolcats give me the creeps too.
July 13th, 2007 at 10:57 am
WE’RE IN UR COMMENTZ THRED
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July 13th, 2007 at 6:39 pm
But you don’t have an arse. You’re a hovering head.
July 13th, 2007 at 7:24 pm
From Marshall’s link:
What do they mean by “maker of mechanical brains” ?
July 13th, 2007 at 8:42 pm
According to Wikipedia Norbert Wiener was one of the pioneers of cybernetics, creating machines with self-correcting control systems. Nor-bert Wiener, on the other hand, might have built giant robots that decimated Tokyo.
July 13th, 2007 at 8:47 pm
I met a man called Norbert once, in America. He was the father of my boyfriend’s best friend. In fact his full name was Norbert Hubert Gerber which has remained a fave. (He announced himself by his full name too: “HI! NORBERTHUBERT!PLEASED TA MEETYA!”
July 25th, 2007 at 11:05 am
I
July 25th, 2007 at 11:06 am
oh dear something went wrong [with my prev. comment]
I used a less than sign and a ’3′, in an attempt to make a heart.
Maybe this will work:
I <3 kopiRite
July 25th, 2007 at 11:07 am
I rool
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