Art and Language, Secret Painting, 1967-68.

Art and Language, Secret Painting, 1967-68.

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This existence that I am is a revolt against existence and is indefinite desire.
Georges Bataille, On Nietzsche
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obsessed!

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In the union of bodies - in the case of exceeding pleasure - there is a holding on to the suspended moment of ecstatic excitement, of inner surprise, of excess purity. At this moment, existence arises like a bird pursued in the hunt, all in a rush, surging to the heights of the sky. At the same time, though, it’s annihilated, taking pleasure in this annihilation from high up, looking out on things with a feeling of strangeness. Exceeding pleasure is canceled, makes way for an annihilating elevation in the bosom of full light. Or rather, as pleasure ceases to be the response to the individual’s desire and excessively exceeds this desire, it simultaneously exceeds individual being and replaces it with a shifting - a kind of radiant, excessive suspense connected with a feeling of nakedness and entering into the open nakedness of the other person. Such a state assumes nakedness as being present, as being absolutely there, and it does this by a way of an innocent if skillful contact - although the skill I refer to doesn’t belong to hands or bodies. It seeks intimate knowledge of nakedness - knowledge of the wound of physical being - whose opening deepens with each contact.
Georges Bataille, On Nietzsche
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We know that civilisation produces unhappiness because social norms demand that we not act on all the desires on the docket for gratification. Ideally, aim-inhibited social bonds create communities, and the sublimation of immediate desires creates artworks or institutions or works like Freud’s. But the other problem with civilisation is that it seems actively to dismantle what it has built, to destroy what one brings into being and to attack those one loves; it takes aim at its own creations and attachments, pursuing a furtive vocation – repetitive, unknowing – that works in a contrary direction to its forward-oriented tasks and all conceits of progress.
Judith Butler, On Death  (via tiredshoes)

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You Have Pissed Your Life - William Carlos Williams

     Any way you walk
     Any way you turn
     Any way you stand
     Any way you lie
You have pissed your life

From an ineffectual fool
butting his head blindly
against obstacles, become
brilliant—focusing, 
performing accurately to
a given end—

     Any way you walk
     Any way you turn
     Any way you stand
     Any way you lie
You have pissed your life

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It was perhaps inevitable, then, that the dissident function of the intellectual should have been asserted by the unemployed of the future, those intellectuals without a job or students with no prospects of being taken on by any restrictive and bankrupt social ‘formations’.
Julia Kristeva, “A New Type of Intellectual: The Dissident”
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as the paper writing continues:

self-deprecation levels rise dramatically, while productivity hits an all time low. 

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The Walker Brothers - You’re are all Around Me

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