"The horror of something grand fallen into nothingness, dissolved beyond usefulness, decayed to its primeval corpse-self, is the territory of literature where Kristeva finds the greatness of abjection.
Submitted by Wayne on Mon, 2014-12-01 23:51.
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Cartonnage de l´édition illustré d´une photographie. - Edition originale réalisée dápres une maquette de Herman en collaboration avec Marc Attali et Jacques Attali. The book is full of snatched images of woman in public, on the streets and in cafes, voyeuristically focusing on their bodies, primarily legs.
Submitted by Wayne on Fri, 2014-11-21 16:50.
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Submitted by Wayne on Mon, 2014-10-20 22:10.
Pierre Klossowski, the lapsed Catholic intellectual with a Polish aristocratic title (his brother being the notorious Balthus), a childhood education in Germany, and a legacy of philosophical treatises on Nietzche and Sade, has never been the most lucid of writers. In fact he never even tried that particular trick. Klossowski studied Latin so extensively, it corrupted his French, leading him to a lifetime love of archaic words and long, multi-part sentences with some pretty extended sub-clauses. Yet his influence was such that not only did intellectual giants such as Foucault declare themselves fans, Klossowski's system of thought and of writing was an explicit influence on works like Foucault's own "History Of Sexuality".
Submitted by Wayne on Thu, 2014-10-02 05:40.
Submitted by Wayne on Fri, 2014-09-26 07:07.
À l’occasion de l’exposition « Yves Saint Laurent et le Maroc », présentée pour la première fois au jardin Majorelle à Marrakech, Pierre Bergé se souvient. Il tire les fils du passé et accompagne ses propos de photographies, dont beaucoup sont inédites, de dessins et d’aquarelles de Lawrence Mynott.
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Submitted by Wayne on Fri, 2014-09-12 06:15.
The irony of this book is its author would probably hate if it were to seen as his signature work. Lyotard once indicted Libidinal Economy as an 'evil book, the book of evilness that everyone writing and thinking is tempted to do'. This evil book comes back to mind whenever I'm forced to confront…let's call them cultural values in exchange. Let me give an example. I made an acquaintance in Paris, with a very erudite man who runs one of those esteemed cultural institutions that fashion people accidentally haunt for purposes of a defilé without realizing the nature of the real business that goes on in this landmark cultural space. The conversations between us were never actually very intellectual but were vaguely sexual, as we shared a lover. As in he was the ex, I am the current. Or so we all assume, in an arrangement that is apparently a very French way of conducting one's emotional business. He wasn't threatened by me as he is apparently quite wealthy and I wasn't threatened by him since I was the much better…dancer. One day we were all having dinner at a restaurant in the high bourgeoise section of the Marais, (which I prefer to call by its English name, "The Swamp". ) As usual the waiter handed him the check, though dinner was on me and I joked, "We can never escape the libidinal economy can we?" . He laughed and then I thought, who would have thought that one of the most unreadable of Jean François Lyotard's early works could have proved so useful .
Submitted by Wayne on Tue, 2014-08-26 20:30.