A point less

() "Expand and see the whole video" an advertisement suggests... Expand and see - we are indeed debasing all the existentially important notions in the quadratic boredom of the screen. (That! infinity Malevich's imbecile object of the divine perception, black or white...) What you now stare at, is utterly limited although it will take you to the places you never knew you are demanded to like (since there is no way to dislike; the choice is not in question anymore as nobody and forevermore knows not; One chooses "Because it is my will!"). Of course, we live inside our heads, we are isolated form the world with our headphones and we isolate ourselves in the social communities from the uncanny intrusion of the other's real presence (but this is why we have sex for fucking real no matter how many tons of porn does this for us while we indulge in expanding and seeing - an advertisement)); we throw our pearls before the pigs on the blogs (or are you a dog?)....

() Today I was advised to "provoke" a function in the software....

() When the tool instantiates itself as the master of meaning... Only the master who hold the tool is indeed a creator of meaning

() The condition of the existence today is indeed corresponding to the final scene in the last episode of Patrick McGoohan's notorious The Prisoner series entitled Fall Out; the subject announcing its own disappearance in the absolute form, the "I", which is put on repeat until it accelerates and finally bursts in the most brilliant orgasmic ending of ejecting the rockets on their way to no-where    




 

Where we really are and think or, the science of the real and (all other) metaphysics

Every matter of interpretation is a discourse of the unconscious. Hence any science which cannot asure a method of clear and distinct seeing - this, particularly, is mathemathics - is a projection of the scientist's symptom, and the effort of the passionate work injected in its investigations is the way to enjoy it. This is a perversion of the science of the real. As such, it is still a metaphysics. Not a speculation but an interpretation of a personal affect - as this very reasoning is this too... The real science however, in the Lacanian sense, which for that matter can be doubed Cartesian or even Platonic idealism of mathematisation, has nothing of the consciousness in it, that is, no affect which poses an obstacle to the knowledge of the real. Perhaps, it rather 'correspond' to Merleau-Ponty's idea of chiasm... The real strictly speaking, is the domain of the knowledge of the subject of the unconscious; knowing not to know, as Lacan put it. How are we then to (re)present it (what resist symbolisation), indeed anything of the world if this is the condition of knowledge - an endles signification chain? The Lacanian answer is: not representation (fails) but: mathematisation. From this point of view it is more likely that our marvelous computers actually resemble more of what is out there, the inductive method per se, than we ever can deduce from the interpretation of the experience (the affect) and observation (the misrecognition of the flip side, the blind spot).... However, both the experience and the observation works, WHERE WE THINK WE ARE (not....

The Sea of Madness

Navigating the Narrenschiff is an amusing adventure. Ahoi!

Come closer

... in a drunken night Bataille encounters a prostitute called Madame Edwarda. She reveals: “I am GOD” ... 

Do You Understand?

Do you understand, if the goverments are enabled to sign a law against the so called homosexuality, and this is the thing strictly concerning love, which you choose because you are free and the thing you cannot choose because you are in love, then all the freedoms - those NATURAL ones - are to be confined. And your blindness, your strange hate of the 'homosexuals' will deliver you into the hands of  any other who will fuck you in your head. 

A Note On George Bataille

The work of French writer, poet, philosopher and mystic, George Bataille (1897-1962) intertwines mysticism and pornography, philosophy and poetry, anthropology and religion, aiming at almost every instance to transcend the limits of experience and existence. Bataille’s writing is wild, inspired in the fire of excess, spontaneous and autobiographical. (“I use the language in a classical way. Language is an organ of will (of action). I express myself as a mode of will, which pursues its path to the end.” Bataille, Guilty, trans. Kendal, p. 99) To read Bataille requires patience and intuition. The meaning of Bataille’s stories is difficult to grasp. He writes in images; violent, subversive, sometimes even disgusting and always sacrilegious. Yet Bataille's are heavy insights into the depths of the abysses of human freedom and desire for the divine. For Bataille, reality is a matter of inner experience, of the self in the flesh that precedes its naming; the language of the interior being that precedes the speech. Thinking for Bataille is equal to stripping off clothes....  

In-between

What richness the endless emptiness of inner world each one of us invites the other to share!