/lit/ - Literature

>>12896820
Read S&S anon, hyperreality is the only thing feeding reality today. Los Angeles is literally more real than the real.
>The imaginary of Disneyland is neither true nor false, it is a deterrence machine set up in order to rejuvenate the fiction of the real in the opposite camp. [...] Disneyland is not the only one, however. Enchanted Village, Magic Mountain, Marine World: Los Angeles is surrounded by these imaginary stations that feed reality, the energy of the real to a city whose mystery is precisely that of no longer being anything but a network of incessant, unreal circulation - a city of incredible proportions but without space, without dimension.

>>12408379
I think this is where Baudrillard fits in the whole assemblage. He starts out in his early work trying to fix Marx's ltv by injecting semitoics into the mix with sign-value -- which smuggled in psychoanalysis a la Lyotard's libidinal economy -- but this doesn't lead to an opening for the space for revolution. As Lyotard put it:
>the English unemployed did not become workers to survive, they–hang on tight and spit on me–enjoyed the hysterical, masochistic, whatever exhaustion it was of hanging on in the mines, in the foundries, in the factories, in hell, they enjoyed it, enjoyed the mad destruction of their organic body which was indeed imposed upon them, they enjoyed the decomposition of their personal identity, the identity that the peasant tradition had constructed for them, enjoyed the dissolution of their families and villages, and enjoyed the new monstrous anonymity of the suburbs and the pubs in the morning and evening.
It leads both thinkers to the classic dilemma: do you learn to stop worrying and love the Thing or not? Baudrillard goes all the way here and recognizes the autonomy of the hierarchy, but he also learns to love it for what it is. He sides with the Thing, not in the neoliberal sense of capitulation, but absurdist sense of liberation from the real. Disneyland isn't decay, it's a machine which works to freeze the decay of the real, feeding the lack of real with it's own simulations -- it's imagining Sisyphus happy pushing paradise up a hill.
>Disneyland is not the only one, however. Enchanted Village, Magic Mountain, Marine World: Los Angeles is surrounded by these imaginary stations that feed reality, the energy of the real to a city whose mystery is precisely that of no longer being anything but a network of incessant, unreal circulation - a city of incredible proportions but without space, without dimension.

system of objects; just got to the good part