/lit/ - Literature

i also want that thread to be continued. based neoplatonists and other mystics are always a win.

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>anyways, yes yes. and also yes. capitalism was not only unavoidable then, it remains unavoidable in the future, and this *in spite of what we know about it.* that's the whole thing. so wat do? is this ideology or is it science? is it an ideology we *consciously engage in,* as in hyperstition? or...what?

and this is it. and also the fly in hegel's ointment. for once, a rational, systemic diagnosis of the problem commits you to its course. because the very heights from which land et al are seeing the lay of the land are philosophy's corpses of yesteryear. what i'm trying to say is even the guys criticizing the shitshow are an effect of it - i mean of course they are, what else would they be? - but its' more like, these guys aren't carrying torches for the lost order, they could only know what's so wrong with the present one after having helped bury all the old ones, they're not diagnosing capitalism's schizophrenia, they ARE it, they're the last spasm of regret the suicide feels the instant his (our) hands have left the railing. there's no praxis here; it's just live commentary on a decomposition. and that's how impotent even brilliance has become, and how even more impotent the rest of us who aren't quite that caliber of luminary feel.

science? ideology? it's ideology become science, and vice versa. i liked the karatani bit. it ties in to a little bit of what zizek says about the efficacy of ideology: all of our knowledge of a thing's ground rarely defuses the libidinal charge itself, its gravity in the symbolic and imaginal economy. the atheist who denounces belief does it will the conviction of the sunday pastor, etc. we're like this self-conscious illusion, weird transcendental hostages of our nothingness. like priests who need to imagine the shit and bile and viscera, etc. inside a woman to defuse the seductive glamour of the body. all that gunk inside her isn't the "truth", zizek says, the truth is that vortex of desire she is for the male gaze, everything else is sour grapes. and in a way i feel like this kind of philosophy is (highly sophisticated) sour grapes. but if it's the really good kind, you figure it out for yourself and are deprived of even that petty satisfaction. just alone with your mediocrity.