A post-situ book-sized journal with the accent upon psycho-geography, political debate and urbanism. [Read more →]
Vol. 3: Moving horizontally rather than vertically this intense music magazine takes in electronica, post rock and drum and bass. [Read more →]
ADILKNO, The Media Archive, published by Autonomedia
Pierre Bourdieu’s book ‘On Television and Journalism’ that recently caused a shit-storm of resentful, defensive near-introspection amongst French journalists and the shifting of many units from the bookshelves into the hands of media users who always already knew the score – but who wanted it intensified – provides one of the most lucid analysis of television, the ‘journalistic field’ and the manner in which they interpolate all forms of communication with compelling but meagre imperatives to pre-formatted comprehension. The book, a transcript of two TV broadcasts specially produced by the Collége de France make a lively and considered contrast to the cretinising methodology fixation of classical media and communications studies. Which, with nothing ever on its mind more than the opportunity to give the whole disobedient world a one-to-one tutorial will remain forever straightening the ghost-creases in its professorial trousers and muttering into its fingers. Both characterise certain aspects of critical relations to media. [Read more →]
Heaven’s Gate, Artaud, ‘regenerative slime’.
Part 2 of Gnostic Front, datacide two.
Few self-contained pieces of bad advice can rival self-help legend Sheldon Kopp’s ‘learn to forgive yourself again and again and again and again’. This would not only mean pretending to be guilty of digging whatever pit you happen to fall into, but presuming to say where the responsibility would end. But if guilt is imbecilic, shame is a perpetual motion machine, the hidden motor of Spinoza’s indivisible self-animating substance (and for Marx, apparently ‘a revolutionary sentiment’). For example some cheap piece of evidence, a social encounter, or the sound of your own saliva clicking, provokes ridiculous lamentations, first person phrases which are a cause for shame themselves. Of course these are incompatible with whatever notions usually reconcile you to yourself. Yet the faint verisimilitude that authorizes your small ration of complacency also resounds in these horrible new postures. Their slapstick vulgarity vouches for that of the habits closest to your heart. (Thus there’s nothing more nihilistic than memory as consolation, a desperate refrain of ‘They can’t take that away from me’. Ten floodlit minutes of uneventful terror infallibly interpret the lifetime leading up to them. Cf. Benjamin: ’even the dead’ will not be safe from the enemy if he wins. [Read more →]
PREFACE TO “LASCIATE CHE I BIMBI. PEDOFILIA: PRETESTO PER LA CACCIA ALLE STREGHE”
[Let The Children… Pedophilia as a Pretext for a Witch Hunt] by Luther
Blissett, Castelvecchi Edizioni, Rome 1997
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