‘two things’ about deleuze and psychoanalysis.

I was writing what I intended to be a brief note on a Deleuze quote I planned to use in a paper, and it kind of spiralled out of control into a rough statement of where I want to take my investigations of Deleuze, Derrida and lingustic différance / vs ontological differenc/tiation (I had to throw that in, just to emphasize that Deleuze’s more stark prose is certainly not bereft of some fun typographical quirks). Anyway, since it seems this blog has at least one or two hypothetical Readers, I thought I’d start throwing some of these fragments up for some less hypothetical comments. You readers, hypothetical as you are, are floating around on some sort of virtual plane of immanence, at least from my frame of reference. So why not actualize yourselves a bit?

In ‘The interpretation of utterances’ (a text whose entire authorship is a bit uncertain, but doesn’t specifically indicate anybody but Deleuze, so I am assuming this is D. himself), Deleuze says that “Freud continually misunderstands infantile sexuality. He interprets, and therefore misunderstands. He clearly sees that the child is completely indifferent to the difference between the sexes; but he interprets it as if the child were reacting to castration anxiety by maintaining its belief in the existence of a small penis on the girl. This is not true: the child has no castration anxiety before being reduced to a single sex. The child lives as having n sexes that correspond to all the possible arrangements into which the materials common to girls and boys enter but also those common to animals, things…” (Two regimes, 94-95)

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‘knockin’ heads and takin’ bodies:’ foucault, deleuze and the wire

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“I know I’m lookin’ for something, but I can’t even tell you what it is… I’ve had this feeling for a long time, and, it’s like I’m standing outside myself, watching me do things I don’t want to do. You know? Just seeing me like I’m somebody else, but never ever bein’ able to stop the show. I’m tired.” — Dennis “Cutty” Wise.

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wrestling, rape, and homosocial desire.

doin'it

So, it’s been a considerable amount of time since I’ve posted much of anything on here. And I have a serious need of getting back into the discipline of thinking in text according to my own ideas, and I’ve also been having this really weird thought in my head since last night. I’m poring over the Critique of Pure Reason this morning, and this little germ of an idea keeps building upon itself in the ol’ think-box, so in a useful concatenation of mental state and external necessity, I’m going to walk said idea through a little bit of digital exegesis. In the interest of starting things off in a fun and provocative way, here is the most reactionary form of this ‘thesis’ that’s in my head: wrestling is sublimated homosexual rape. My goals with this exegesis are to uncover some of the interesting subconscious detritus which underpins wrestling and its curious subculture, but also to engage in a little bit of critical thinking with regard to rape and homosocial desire.

Here we go!

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a number, and a brief thought

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this number is largely random. or pseudorandom, to be more specific, and utterly insignificant,

 and yet my posting it here is in fact illegal according to the law of the United States of America. so, much like those very devout Jews who not only obey the Law, but go out of their way to find opportunities to fulfil its commandments, i am in this case going out of my way to disobey this particular law, even when i have no real reason to do so.

 hurray!

for more information on this issue, check this post out.

artwork for the masses.

“Works of art are received and valued on different planes. Two polar types stand out:: with one, the accent is on the cult value; with the other, on the exhibition value of the work. . . With the different methods of technical reproduction of a work of art, its fitness for exhibition increased to such an extent that the quantitative shift between its two poles turned into a qualitative transformation of its nature. This is comparable to the situation of the work of art in prehistoric times when, by the absolute emphasis on its cult value, it was, first and foremost, an instrument of magic. Only later did it come to be recognized as a work of art. In the same way today, by the absolute emphasis on its exhibition value the work of art becomes a creation with entirely new functions, among which the one we are conscious of, the artistic function, later may be recognized as incidental. This much is certain: today photography and the film are the most serviceable exemplifications of this new function.” – Walter Benjamin, The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction

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modernity and the archived body.

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Allan Sekula proposes that ‘every proper portrait has its lurking, objectifying inverse in the files of the police” (5), and thereby equates the idealistic representational mode of photography with the more repressive. Sekula’s “Body and the Archive” is a particularly provocative piece, insofar as it refuses to consider photographic practices in isolation: police photography and artistic photography are not two discrete modes of expression which coincidentally make use of the same apparatus, but rather, along the lines described by Flusser, the apparatus in effect produces both modalities of its use. “The freedom of the photographer is a programmed freedom;” thus, the program of the camera implies the contemporary artistic and penal programs alike. Following Flusser’s philosophy of photography even further into Sekula’s piece, we might state that the production of the categories of the ‘criminal’ and ‘ethnic’ other were only the beginning. Existence is defined by difference, and thus it would make sense that society should devote itself first to cataloguing its ‘others,’ by way of the photography of the criminal, the ethnic, and those other subaltern groups in opposition to which ‘respectable’ society forms its identity. And yet, with the world of ‘otherness’ thoroughly catalogued, it seems that Western society is now led inexorably on to the cataloguing of itself.

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the monkey and the robot: system, structure, apparatus, and the human condition.

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“Apparatuses are… not superhuman but subhuman — bloodless and simplistic simulations of human thought processes which, precisely because they are so rigid, render human decisions superfluous and non-functional” (Flusser 74).

In honour of Vilém Flusser, who in his later years refused to purchase any books, instead quoting from memory and the books that were given him as gifts, this shall be a sparsely cited essay on the nature of the human condition. My goal is not to respond to Flusser’s Towards a Philosophy of Photography, but rather to undertake a certain sort of exegetical expansion, whereby I shall be using some snippets of his work to trace the framework for my own thoughts. Flusser’s notions of the system and the apparatus are incredibly useful ones, and yet their implementation in this work might make these very concrete and analytically distinct categories seem quixotic and ambiguous. And so, in the tradition of Flusser’s own philosophical investigations, as well as Deleuze’s philosophical technique of ‘buggery,’ I will be employing Flusser’s concepts in a more analytically specific fashion that is at once implicit in Flusser’s text and altogether my own.

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poverty, documentary, and polis: intersections of power

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The simple answer to Martha Rosler’s question of “which political battles have been fought and won by someone for someone else” (307) is every one. That is to say, in the political sphere, there is no individual action. This is a structural necessity, insofar as the ‘political sphere’ is the realm of the polis, not of the individual subject. And so, every political movement is necessarily one driven by a committed vanguard, behind whom the masses can rally, but without whom the movement would cease to exist.

And so, dramatic though Martin Luther King’s quarter-million-strong March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom may have been, it represented only a minuscule fraction of the African-American population of the United States. Simply because the 30 million black Americans who didn’t march that day shared a skin colour with those who did does not imply that they were fighting ‘their own’ political battle. Instead, the civil rights won for American blacks by Dr. King’s movement were ‘won’ by a small vanguard of intellectuals and revolutionaries, for the entire black polis. Read more

faking reality: digital imagery and the plastic arts

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How is digital imagery like the plastic arts? The simplest, and perhaps most flippant response, is that with digital imagery, the characteristic ‘look’ of the plastic arts has been reduced to a set of simple and effective algorithms. The ’styles’ cultivated by so many of history’s great artists are reduced by Adobe Systems Inc. into a simple and electronically-reproducible set of image filters. Thus, we have perhaps the truest and clearest expression of the convergence between photography and the painted image in the digital realm: the ‘watercolour filter.’ But to assume that this glib and self-evident response plumbs the depths of this relation would be absurd. As such, rather than giving my slapdash digital image-painting more critical attention than it deserves, I would like to explore the problematic contemporary relation between truth and the digitized image by way of a number of other intriguing examples of this inter-media cross-pollination.

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history in colour: one photograph in a thousand(+) words

In this photo, we see a thickly bearded man in a white turban, wearing a blue robe adorned with leafy green plants and a number of medals. The robe is richly embroidered, cinched with two golden belts, and adorned with medals, epaulets, and a braid. Signifiers of military service, to be sure. The man has likely been an officer of some kind, and has ascended to a position of some power. His dress is not that of an enlisted soldier, and his build is not that of an active serviceman. He is heavy, verging on obese; his corpulent frame weighs upon his chair, which becomes an unseen and implicit presence beneath the folds of the man’s thick garment. Legs apart in the fashion of those of his stature, he wears black leather boots with a slight heel. One eye opened ever so slightly wider than the other, he presents an image of slightly dazed insouciance. He sits in front of a wall of plaster or stucco, in the space between two intricately-carved but mildly distressed wooden doors. His left hand – the photo’s right – is closed around the gilded scabbard of a long ceremonial sword. He is certainly posed, but in a naive and unfamiliar fashion, as though uncertain in his relation to the camera’s single eye. The bare walls and shadowless composition reveal no hint of time or place, and yet there is certainly something foreign about this image. Read more