Post by account_disabled on Dec 12, 2023 21:09:34 GMT -8
Horror Moreover, if a philosophy is vigilant, courageous, then its first direction will make us admit that an internal crisis is taking place, an epochal fact of conscience shows itself: conscience itself is no longer able to order its relationships with the world; his generation is contaminated by doubt. The Edgar Poe-style horror of a face, of perverse and breathless men , arises from the consumption and limitation of real life spaces; by a distracted culture that must constantly forget itself to make the new.
But "the new" is today a very narrow Phone Number Dataportion, a sphere without the possibility of gravitating around an essential nucleus. Closed in on itself and wandering, that sphere occupies the world, leaving us no space. Space – again in the words of Ai Weiwei – “which can also be psychological, because it is able to set the imagination in motion” . The horror will be the very reduction of the image-creation thought, the always belittling of our creative impulses devoted to the strength of a genuine, personal gesture.
So identity suffers when it gives in to the perversion of no longer daring anything, not trying, not doing, recanting and disappearing. “ Perception, thoughts, will and emotions, everything dissolves completely as soon as the subject accepts the induction and suggestions of hypnosis” (Ai Weiwei, The blog) Here we are! Closed inside, packed, hallucinated, hermetic; deprived of everything (or almost) we click as much as we can, wandering around the mental courtyard. It – Poe's philosophy tells you – is a face and a mutilated body; this face of ours, I insist, breathless.
But "the new" is today a very narrow Phone Number Dataportion, a sphere without the possibility of gravitating around an essential nucleus. Closed in on itself and wandering, that sphere occupies the world, leaving us no space. Space – again in the words of Ai Weiwei – “which can also be psychological, because it is able to set the imagination in motion” . The horror will be the very reduction of the image-creation thought, the always belittling of our creative impulses devoted to the strength of a genuine, personal gesture.
So identity suffers when it gives in to the perversion of no longer daring anything, not trying, not doing, recanting and disappearing. “ Perception, thoughts, will and emotions, everything dissolves completely as soon as the subject accepts the induction and suggestions of hypnosis” (Ai Weiwei, The blog) Here we are! Closed inside, packed, hallucinated, hermetic; deprived of everything (or almost) we click as much as we can, wandering around the mental courtyard. It – Poe's philosophy tells you – is a face and a mutilated body; this face of ours, I insist, breathless.