I’ve been wearing this black magic ring that forces me to speak more than I write. I hate it.
It’s been three months since I was here. But really I don’t know why I have this account. I guess it’s because social media sites are comparatively friendlier to links from Medium than they are to o-culus.com.
Here’s a list of books I’d want to read even if I didn’t understand the title’s source:
Bitch’s Maldoror (not a real book)
Telepaths Don’t Need Safewords
Not much else to say.
I have a short piece in the latest edition of Strukturriss Journal. It’s run by a friend of mine — his page is here: http://thinkcontinuum.eu/. I’m into his aesthetic, it reminds me of David Tibet.
The Ghostchain, Geraldine Juárez’s great essay on NFTs, art, and “financial barbarism.”
If the age of ubiquitous, high-velocity communication hasn’t turned everyone into a philosopher, it’s at least turned us all into theorists — who can resist the urge to connect the dots? But of course it’s an exercise in control. The connective tissue holds nothing together but our own faces.
Laruelle…
“Everything living needs an atmosphere around itself, a mysterious orbit; if one takes this shell from it, if one condemns a religion, an art, a genius, to circle as a star without an atmosphere: one should no longer be surprised at the rapid withering, becoming hard and sterile. That’s the way it is with all great things ‘which never succeed without some delusion,’ as Hans Sachs says in the Meistersingers.”
Nietzsche, On the Advantage and Disadvantage of History for Life
