// En faisant du ménage dans de vieilles notes/fichiers/etc…
// Une partie d’une ITW de Mark Fisher de 2015.
“[…] There is this frenzied activity of promotion and of self-promotion— and Baudrillard was really a prophet of this— which I think is a final and decadent stage of capitalism and so I titled a chapter in Capitalist Realism, “All that’s solid melts into PR.”
I really liked that title…
Of course it’s a play on Marx and Engels but this seems to me what’s happening with the social media obsession and it’s something Baudrillard would have anticipated. If you listen to the radio or watch TV now, it seems they are endlessly promoting Twitter feeds rather than the other way around. Wasn’t the point of the social media feed to promote the radio or TV show? It’s sheer promotion for its own sake now and everything gets sucked into this vortex without any possible end. I use the word “frenzied” because it’s producing this constant sense of overwhelming urgency that there is no time to settle on anything— “there’s no time to read this book properly, there’s no time for me to listen to this record. Maybe I’ll be able to snatch a few fragments of it. What I want is a quick summary because I’m under pressure at all times from multiple platforms and even on those platforms my attention will be dispersed across multiple windows.” And this is not some strange or marginal condition for those straining themselves to the limit but becoming required of practically everybody. And the final deadly element is that this is not just some duty imposed on us by work or our employers but that this requirement has become libidinized as something we will enjoy. So I think along with Baudrillard, Burroughs is also a key prophet of the current moment. We are seeing addiction and compulsion— not the kind of lyrical addictions of heroin but precisely the Baudrillardian kind— addictions to the banal and the boring. I mean, is there anything more boring than being addicted to smartphones?!”
(The source article linked here is not “full”, but contains “redacted” words…)
“Sense8, the world’s leading provider of virtual reality software”
Continue reading “Sense8’s World Up + Amapi brochures (95/96)”
Netochka Nezvanova is the pseudonym used by the author(s) of nato.0+55+3d, a real-time, modular, video and multi-media processing environment. Alternate aliases include “=cw4t7abs”, “punktprotokol”, “0f0003”, “maschinenkunst” (preferably spelled “m2zk!n3nkunzt”), “integer”, and “antiorp”. The name itself is adopted from the main character of Fyodor Dostoyevsky‘s first novel Netochka Nezvanova (1849) and translates appropriately as “nameless nobody.” 
I hate WP
And i use it for this thing i don’t even have any purpose for.
“Some day the load we’re carrying with us may help someone. But even when we had the books on hand, a long time ago, we didn’t use what we got out of them. We went right on insulting the dead. We went right on spitting in the graves of all the poor ones who died before us. We’re going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask us what we’re doing, you can say, ‘We’re remembering’. That’s where we’ll win out in the long run. And some day we’ll remember so much that we’ll build the biggest goddamn steam-shovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in and cover it up. Come on now, we’re going to go build a mirror-factory first and put out nothing but mirrors for the next year and take a long look in them.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
/via someone some time ago.
“Through neglect, ignorance, or inability, the new intellectual Borgias cram hairballs down our throats and refuse us the convulsion that could make us well. They have forgotten, if they ever knew, the ancient knowledge that only by being truly sick can one regain health. Even beasts know when it is good and proper to throw up. Teach me how to be sick then, in the right time and place, so that I may again walk in the fields and with the wise and smiling dogs know enough to chew sweet grass.”
― Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing: Essays on Creativity
// J’ai commencé à lire il y a pas si longtemps la récente traduction des essaies mais voulu repousser à un peu plus tard ma lecture… Pour certaines raisons.
// Des nouvelles de Bradbury m’attendent aussi sur ma liseuse dès que j’arrive à m’y remettre.
I wasn’t gonna post these ones. I don’t think i’m gonna post the others that i thought i would end up posting some day, older or newer / future ones. (Well what do I ever know?)
// link (to a Spotify playlist – that i didn’t make)