Post by account_disabled on Dec 13, 2023 5:09:28 GMT
So much so that reduced to the textual codes in force we become tame, and our thinking remains without bite and devoid of a certain autonomy. How to act?... Bulimia directs our behavior towards the brilliant consumption of "news"; and this is exactly what Poe suggests in the story The Genius of Perversion : "We act without an understandable purpose" , "for the reason that we should not " . Information on top of information... the perversion, at least at the beginning, consists of this: accepting, unaware, an apparent multiplicity of contents and forms of expression (advertising, messages, etc.), without place or dimension.
It is the invitation to the abstract particular, the seduction to nothingness fixed by the narrowest hole that can exist: our one and only perspective. Is it really ours? I have serious doubts. In this way Phone Number Data betrayed by our languages, betrayed by our forms of communication, how could we ever be reduced? “ Imagine me then, safely hidden in my private boudoir , a frightening example of the evil consequences of short temper: alive, with the characteristics of a dead man – dead, with all the inclinations of a living man – an anomaly on the face of the earth – very calm but breathless” (Poe, At a Loss of Breath) A strange idea My idea about the enemy finds no reasons, much less explanations that can unmask his traits.
The enemy is therefore the Genius of perversion. It cultivates our doubts, distorts minimal futures, minute actions of our lives. It bends our designed necessity in view of something great (the ideal, a philosophy), to instead introduce it into the short circuit of meaninglessness. The Genius overturns the order of the necessary. Our author's thesis, if you have really understood it, is a frightening thesis. How can we act, if our potential action risks reversal at every step? What if the necessary, what we believe to be necessary (politics, institutions, etc.) drifts in the direction of the contingent? What a crazy genius! Looks like power! This is a strange idea, that power is an unconditional perversion of everything that “is”. What an unusual oddity then.
It is the invitation to the abstract particular, the seduction to nothingness fixed by the narrowest hole that can exist: our one and only perspective. Is it really ours? I have serious doubts. In this way Phone Number Data betrayed by our languages, betrayed by our forms of communication, how could we ever be reduced? “ Imagine me then, safely hidden in my private boudoir , a frightening example of the evil consequences of short temper: alive, with the characteristics of a dead man – dead, with all the inclinations of a living man – an anomaly on the face of the earth – very calm but breathless” (Poe, At a Loss of Breath) A strange idea My idea about the enemy finds no reasons, much less explanations that can unmask his traits.
The enemy is therefore the Genius of perversion. It cultivates our doubts, distorts minimal futures, minute actions of our lives. It bends our designed necessity in view of something great (the ideal, a philosophy), to instead introduce it into the short circuit of meaninglessness. The Genius overturns the order of the necessary. Our author's thesis, if you have really understood it, is a frightening thesis. How can we act, if our potential action risks reversal at every step? What if the necessary, what we believe to be necessary (politics, institutions, etc.) drifts in the direction of the contingent? What a crazy genius! Looks like power! This is a strange idea, that power is an unconditional perversion of everything that “is”. What an unusual oddity then.