Listening to William Basinski’s Disintegration Loops over and over. I’m out of the city and the night air is so warm and almost vacuous — or feels vacuous without underlying urban activity. I’ve been on a screen too much tonight. I wish I was just reading, but I’m not. I…
Da-da-dasein
— Heidegger’s stammering brother Fritz
The pandemic is over (though it has been over probably since last May as a real, tangle, experience-able public health emergency), but the damage — specifically the cognitive damage caused by the pandemic — lingers, digs in, entrenches. I feel it. I feel how…
I feel, at times, a new self pushing up through the old, dead one, like a fingernail after the original has been damaged. …
- Something happens to us: we start to crave the game version and not the real thing — the artificial to the natural, the advertisement to the product. Kitsch creeps in, displaces the sacred. Habit creeps in, replaces the unstructured, the free. And it becomes frightening to live, to be otherwise…
Eros and imagination are a single motion of
the same general action — where the whole question of
behavior is swept in and out of view. I cannot
characterize this…
So much in the certain irregularity of the daily
unbecoming that you cultivate
prepare
launch into the near-term future. You are monotone;
I am imperfect. Along the circles of the…
It takes confidence to philosophize, partly because in the process you start to realize whatever liberation narratives — freedom narratives — you’ve shored around yourself like potshards are basically crap…
it all depends on the condition of taste
so you must weigh the violence with your hands
the Gothic inventor does not leave a sign of his interpreation
and makes…
The pathological tendency of the American spirit is to believe anything that makes it feel good.
The American left and the American right are illusions, ephemera, brands that hide a basic sameness in our political and social thought — a basic addiction to shallow, ahistorical reasoning consumed straight out of…
