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First published in French as Cool Memories V by Jean Baudrillard
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nd every god, similar in this to the God of gods Himself, is always
bigger than the sphere of His action.
There is no point of equilibrium. Vibration alone produces the illusion
of a steady balance, whereas everything runs to extremes on both sides.
Equilibrium exists only at the point of resolution of a zero-sum equa-
tion: death?
Never painted: I respect painting too much.
Never any politics: I respect power too much to take it.
Never any philosophy: I respect thought too much to traduce it.
Never made a claim to truth: I respect it too much to imperil it.
Never believed in reality: I respect it too much to believe in it.
Never had any imagining of death: it should remain a surprise.
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There is an intoxication of all things, of good things and bad, of water
and wine. But also a bingeing on all things - a bingeing on purity, on going
one better, on sacrifice, all the more abject as it is the parody of intoxication.
The circumstances of your death set your conditions of existence in the
afterlife forever. If you die unhappy, you will be so for eternity. If you die in
an accident, you will relive it eternally.
If you die at the same time as your loved one, you will live eternally at
their side. If you don't love them any more, what a dire fate.
In another mental constellation, can we imagine time becoming a sort
of space in which you can move in all directions, return to the point of origin
etc.? Conversely, could space become like time: irreversible, so that you can't
retrace your steps or get back to the point you started from? Or having, like
time, its absolute horizon: eternity?
What would be the equivalent of eternity where space is concerned? The
negation of motion, stillness, or perpetual motion?
The woman juggling with cups and saucers.
All in all, it is such an acrobatic thing to do that you end up sensing the
performance is rigged. But that doesn't detract in any way from the agility.
It merely adds an ironic supplement to it.
I dream about a friend. Some time afterwards, I see him again in a dream
and tell him I dreamt about him the other night. A dream memory recycled
in a dream. Does this mean there's an alternative chain of circulation, from
dream to dream and from one night to another?
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Future generations of artificial beings will inevitably wipe out the
human race, following the same impulse that led humans to wipe out animal
species. They will see us retrospectively as apes and be ashamed of being
descended from us. They will invent human zoos; protect us perhaps, like
any endangered species, and make us the heroes of children's fictions.
The statistical rate of mortality means nothing. It is the rate of invisible
mortality that counts. That is much higher, but incalculable, since death is
here, growing everywhere and mounting up in the social body as a whole.
In the same way, there's no comparison between the index of visible cor-
ruption and that of invisible corruption (which it contributes to masking).
The rate of political indifference is much higher than the abstention rate. As
for the rate of invisible stupidity, it is far beyond the stupidity that actually
shows up.
But perhaps the rate of secret intelligence and the rates of passion and
imagination are also far higher than they appear?
The panic hole the Indians have: they dig holes, sit at the bottom and
view the sky through the hole. An unrestricted view.
Our panic hole is the TV. Silence, blueness, clouds, birds, omens,
weather - we have all that on the screen. We have the hole and the lid, the
perfect niche.
When the hostage espouses the cause of the terrorist, the conqueror the
cause of the vanquished, the torturer the cause of the victim, the master the
cause of the slave - when contamination becomes universal in both direc-
tions, then another justice is active than the justice of the law, other scales
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than the scales of justice: at work here is an inalienable reversibility of all
relations, even the most violently unequal.
Everything is mobile - water is mobile - air is mobile - blood circulates
in the veins - time is relentless. Man alone is immobile.
For a healthy distribution of energies, the best thing is to commit one's
cowardice to the service of a good cause and one's courage to the service of
the bad ones.
The Triumph of Death fresco in the Palermo art gallery. Gruesome war-
horse or baroque spectre ... In fact, imagining death is impossible. You
would need to be able to remember it.
Leucate. Same parish priest, same church. The great local innovation is
Communion under the two species. If the faithful are reluctant to drink from
the same chalice, God will not hold it against them. They can always dip their
host in the priest's wine. All this new ritual passes over the heads of the
general run of worshippers.
Homily on the Covenant struck with Moses, then sealed in the blood of
Christ, and then in the Eucharist. Only Christ washes away spiritual stains.
Silence falls.
There then enters a person who could well be the village whore - a
blonde creature in a pale green miniskirt and with a boldly plunging neck-
line. She slips quietly into the Lady Chapel, lights a candle for the Virgin
Mary, then prostrates herself in prayer in a dark side-chapel before leaving
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, seen The Holy Covenant remains the one between the people of the
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village.
Any gloss on authors, their character traits or biographies, hides the fact
that only bad writing has an author, good writing does not.
In the chapel at the seaside cemetery, all the votive offerings for the ship-
wrecked that were stolen one day have been reproduced a fresca with aston-
ishing perfection. What would happen if the originals were found again?
How would it be with the copy of the real world if they rediscovered the orig-
inal?
We have at this millennium end produced the perfect specimen of the
species in the form of mobile-phone man. But even he will disappear before the
future digital prosthesis, who will leave room in turn only for telepathic ghosts.
, The events of a thousand years ago have shot off a thousand light years
~ n t o space. Hiroshima is already sixty light years off. The moment that has
~ u s t pas,sed is already a light-second away. There is, then, no presence. Even
If the dIscrepancy is infinitesimal, nothing is ever present - neither the wall
no: the person opposite. We are barely even contemporaneous with our own
eXIstences.
, Seen from a distant star, the monotony of current events takes on fan-
tastIc proportions.
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Presumptuousness of the artist (John Cage, Bob Wilson?).
'We dream for those people who have no dreams of their own to keep
them alive.' Always the same condescension - even worse when it relates to
dreams and mental faculties. We may doubt whether the energy for dream-
ing among 'artists' or the vitality of the unconscious among the upper classes
are any different from what they are among the common herd. There, at
least, a kind of democracy prevails.
That an obscure Filipino computer-user can spread confusion through
the global computer networks by launching the 'I love you' virus is possible
only because the computer loves us and, feeling abandoned, like Hal in 2001:
A Space Odyssey, takes its revenge by suiciding the network.
Intelligence lies in deceleration. But you must first get ahead of things.
Doubtless science is, at bottom, merely a marvellous source of meta-
phors. The double arrow of time, the memory of water, apoptosis, black
holes, anti-matter - where are we to find finer metaphors (let's give Sokal his
due here)? And why not abuse them? They are the chrysalises of the concept.
One must believe in oneself, the world and reality only in homeopathic
doses. A little superstition is all right, as is a little belief in reality - but only
what is needed to cure evil with evil.
Fonda says to Nobody: 'Tell you what, first you get to be somebody and
then you and me'll surround them'! (Which is a little bit like existence saying
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to him: first take the trouble to be born and you'll have the right to live.) He
also tells him that when he has become Somebody, they'll 'make life harder
and harder' for him and one day he'll be 'put down in history' by nobody.
Nobody always wins out over Somebody. And, in fact, Nobody was quicker
than him.
(My Name is Nobody, Sergio Leone.)2
The cow fed on bone meal, who ends up as a mad cow carcase and as
organic fuel in the cement-works, the dust from which we eventually inhale.
Fire remains an ungovernable power and it is from fire that the most
redoubtable vengeance will come: from sidereal fire and cold. All the natural
elements were the chosen terrain of the gods. They will be the instruments
of their vengeance.
Never lose sight of the fact that writing is a strange, inhuman function,
a reflection of the inhumanity of language itself. Through writing, language,
which is a domestic species, becomes a wild one again.
To integrate the end into the process: the only way of escaping mourn-
ing. To enjoy the end as a mirror magnifying the pleasure. One may even, in
this sense, envisage integrating death as a magical factor.
Man has no definition; only the idea of man has one. Man can, then, have
only an ideal definition of himself. Otherwise, what is there to say about him?
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At the origin of misfortune, there is always an accident.
At the origin of good fortune, there is always a coincidence.
Around noon, a gathering darkness, as though it had welled up from
the earth itself, not come down from the sky. As though produced by a source
of black light, its beam sweeping across the earth at 2,000 kilometres per
hour. The wind of the eclipse gets up in the gloom. It's the same silent wind
as comes with storms. And cold descends from the solar corona. Path of
totality.
'It sometimes happens that, through his mouth, words say true and pro-
found things' (Schnitzler, Aphorismen und Betrachtungen).
It is aphorisms that best do justice to that cerebral electricity, those myriad
microscopic ideas that ascend from the nerves to the brain and are constantly
passing across it. They bear witness to that Brownian, corpuscular activity
'beyond the lenses, beyond the frosted glass', as Lichtenberg would say.
We dream mindlessly of the facts of the day. I read the story of a woman
who kills herself by jumping from a train window. That night I have the same
dream, slightly transposed. It would have been so much more original to
have the dream and find the self-same story reported in the next morning's
papers.
It is because of alterity, otherness, that no one can make himself laugh
by tickling himself.
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Just as there is no 'objective' existence of the sky's blueness (blue is blue
and that's all there is to it), so there is nothing objectively knowable about
the movements of the soul. They can only be intuited: psychological azure.
Those women who electrify you mentally (not necessarily physically),
to whom you cannot speak cool-headedly and who put you in a state of
having to please them.
Do not take the side of those already in the right.
Barthes: language is fascistic, since it perpetually commands us to speak.
Phatic function, fascist function. The fanaticism of the signifier (Ferlosio).
The German language was destroyed at the same time as the German cities
(Sloterdijk).
Our sense of existence is a plate photosensitive to black light. It is made
up of self-hatred and its immediate reparation.
Instead of dreams being the place where desires from real life are ful-
filled, it would be the real that was the place where desires born of dreams
would be fulfilled.
Dreams would be a search engine. The Aborigines, for example, scorn-
ing biological paternity, give priority to begetting by dreams. Reality would
gain by this in becoming much more mysterious and dreams would cease to
be the dumping ground of the unconscious.
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It is immoral to keep beauty in the register of the sublime alone and not
to find an equivalent for it in a charitable undertaking.
In the same way as the mentally handicapped will be entitled to damages
for the fact of being born, every citizen should be able to claim a natural right
to intelligence and therefore, in the worst of cases, demand a stupidity
support allowance. The most difficult thing will be to assemble the evidence.
Death orders matters well, since the very fact of your absence makes the
world distinctly less worthy of being lived in.
Exactly like the shaft of wit, the character trait or facial features, the
fragment is made up of contradictory lineaments of meaning and their happy
coincidence. The aphorism is like the starry sky, the blanks in it being the
intersidereal void.
We should invent days without afternoons, nights that stop before the
dawn, seasons that overlap at a quicker and quicker pace, a year that ends
before beginning, and an endless alternation of joy and adversity.
Thus, with the sardonic collusion of diverse, but often baleful constel-
lations, the philosophical subject emerged into the ultraviolet spectrum.
What is exceptional hardly deserves to live. What is banal does not even
deserve to die. He was so banal that he didn't even deserve to be called Bernard.
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Behind its generous appearance, the famous Warhol 'fifteen minutes of
fame' is in fact contemptuous - an assignment to promotional mediocrity.
And moreover, as the stock of 'fame' is limited, just like the stock of eggs in
the uterus, it is supremely anti-democratic. If you are famous for a whole
hour, you thwart three other people, who were entitled to their fifteen
minutes.
Everything is becoming functional. Irony is disappearing in the critical
function, the word is disappearing in its phatic function. Worse: critique,
ethics, aesthetics become functions of each other, as they wait to become
useless functions.
The master-thinkers of the democratic cause would be very surprised to
learn that the people themselves are driven, at the deepest level, by the aris-
tocratic principle. Even if their 'real' demand is for equality, liberty and
material well-being, the spiritual wellspring of popular aspirations, the
obscure object of their desire, remains fame, fortune and sacrifice.
The best thing would perhaps be to remove consciousness surgically in
utero, together with irony, criticism and intelligence - all those qualities that
are so fragile and so dangerous to existence in general. One might take
advantage of this (all in a specialized Psycho-Genetic Institute, akin to the
Institute of Zodiacal Semiurgy, where the surgical removal of star signs is
practised) to be rid of the Unconscious, the extraction of which, like the
extraction of all the irregularities of the genome, would be a great relief for
future generations.
Theory is never so fine as when it takes the form of a fiction or a fable.
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The story (by Amelie Nothomb) of the young woman who lives as a
recluse, in the belief she is disfigured. Every possible means of seeing herself
has been taken from her - no mirror, no reflections, not even a reflection from
mercury in thermometers. Twin sister to the Duchess of Palagonia whom the
Duke had surrounded with distorting mirrors which made her look mon-
strous and dissuaded her from becoming proud. This sequestration of
beauty, this violence done to the right to see oneself, if sacrificio della bef-
fezza is not just the problem of the peril women represent for men, it is also
the problem of the danger posed to women by their own appearance.
A statistic tells us that the danger of a fatal air accident is one in
1,600,000. If you travel by plane every day, you are not in danger of crash-
ing until a thousand years from now. The figures are meant to be reassuring,
but in fact they are a source of horror since, by underlining the fact that the
risk is real, though infinitesimal, they cut across the imaginary gamble we
each make, which is the gamble on zero risk - without which we wouldn't
take the plane. The thousand years become a finite horizon, the horizon of
death, which moves closer as soon as we leave pure chance behind to enter
the realm of probability.
The answerphone that stops as soon as you stop speaking, or speak too
slowly. Closed own for reasons of silence!
Recovering some secrecy, some silence, some distance ...
Recovering some conflict, some prohibition, some spectacle and vio-
lence ...
Recovering the joy of the fully fledged spectator.
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Freedom, will, responsibility - to sweep away all these categories, as it
was necessary to sweep away those of soul, sin, immortality and the concepts
of heaven and hell to deliver ourselves from the religious and the feudal.
To speak of death, you have to be alive. The living person has more
chance of having an idea of death than the one who is already dead. In the
same way, one doubtless has to be a man to speak about women. A man has
more chance of having an idea of woman than a woman, who already is one.
At any rate, men certainly retain a memory of the woman they were in
another life. In this way, they can have a finer intuition of her, filtered by
multiple states of consciousness.
Why fight endlessly for a cause? Has anyone ever fought for the effects?
Getting used to the idea that the world is an effect without a cause, or in
which the effect precedes the cause. Our actions themselves precede us and, one
thing leading to another, are governed by the same paradox. 'A person's actions
... are commonly continuations of his own inner constitution ... [in] the way
the magnet bestows form and order on iron filings.' (G. C. Lichtenberg).3
There is reason to be jealous at being seen by others from the outside
and having only that distorting mirror of oneself that is self-knowledge.
The world as singularity resists the global as idea. Woman resists the
idea of woman. Any confusion with one's own concept produces a lethal hae-
morrhage.
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It is almost normal to lead a double life when you are alone. It is much
more difficult when there are two of you.
At last, a genuine madman in the street - someone who doesn't need a
mobile phone to talk to himself.
Some encounters stay in the memory thanks to the tone of voice, which
you remember on an infra-red scale, so to speak, without being able to pin-
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A woman's body and her face are quite distinct things. And one can,
between the one and the other, descend from pure contemplation to pure
concupiscence. Seen close up in love-making, the beauty or ugliness of the
face disappears - carnal desire scorns distinctive features; it even overlooks
differences of body and gesture to a very large extent. But desire is only rarely
carnal, and sometimes it attaches to the facial features alone.
The worst thing is not so much being regarded as an impostor, but being
regarded as a harmful object, a nuisance, by these high-flying vermin.
Beyond the end: the ideal non-place.
'In the very midst of the event, of the seduction, he was already at the
memory of it - deep down, he was already finished with it' (Kierkegaard).
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Beyond the end: the only unrestricted view.
Running after your shadow: the only way out from perpetual motion.
Dispersing the viewpoints: the only solution to the squaring of the
circle.
His hypocritical air derived from the fact that he suffered simultane-
ously from an inferiority and a superiority complex towards himself.
The principle of insufficient reason: the only things that really take place
are those which do not have sufficient reason to do so.
'Man is so sensitive to perfection that reason can make him an idiot.'
(Lichtenberg).
The condemnation of sects is, like any witch-hunt, disgraceful: 'mental
deficiency', 'cult of the guru', 'suicidal drive' etc. As though all these things
were not standard in the normal sphere of conventions and the social order.
This is reminiscent of the charge of 'cowardice' made against suicides.
Stalin's double. Since he wasn't a perfect likeness, they touched him up
using plastic surgery, after which they eliminated all his relatives and all the
witnesses to the operation. He played his role so well that in the end he came
to think he was Stalin (as did Stalin himself!). At that point they sent him to
the Gulag. But so well did he identify with his role that, on learning of Stalin's
death, he died three days later.
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The proof of how poorly grounded freedom is is that depriving someone
of their freedom itself no longer means anything. Impossible to find an equiv-
alence between the crime and the punishment or, therefore, any possible
'justice'. Given the extension of responsibility and its ramification into all
networks, the irresponsibility is the same everywhere.
All these novels in which the authors try desperately to dramatize their
own histories, their experiences, to recount their own psychological dramas
- this is not literature. It is secretion, just like bile, sweat or tears - and,
sometimes even, excretion. It is the literary transcription of 'reality televi-
sion'. It is all the product of a vulgar unconscious not unlike a small intes-
tine, around which roam the phantasms and affects of those who, now
they've been persuaded they have an inner life, don't know what to do
with it.
Paedophilia: the very term is disgusting. It is one of those words by
which language takes its revenge, by which the thing denounced avenges
itself on the denouncers.
The striptease artiste becomes seductive when she closes her eyes to her
own body, blotting out those looking at her and being visible now to herself
only from the inside. She comes closer at that point to her role as pure object,
the secret of which she keeps to herself.
Whether you work by will or by chance, there are always as many for-
tunate and unfortunate coincidences.
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Concordance between a 'real' situation and a discourse ought to be an
indication of 'truth', but it is, for that very reason, philosophically unbearable.
The fragment is like a broken mirror - ideas don't have the time to
reflect themselves in it or, as a result, to feel sorry for themselves. They run
ahead of their shadows or their reflections .
To run ahead is to move towards an unforeseeable outcome, but one
whose path is made for it in advance. Birds too run ahead of those who see
them. The event also runs ahead of history. It is what opens up untimely per-
spectives in a world brought totally up to date.
To move in the space of deafness is like moving in an aquatic milieu.
The same foetal, amniotic strangeness, the same cautiousness of gesture, the
same mental lethargy - the same silence of the depths: it isn't you who are
deaf, it's the world that's dumb. But the inner noise, the organic murmur is
there. The body is all ears towards the inside.
Dart a very fine reed into the victim's heart. He will be left with a lethal
stupefaction, but will not die of it. Dart a very fine glance into the eye of the
torturer. He will be left with eternal remorse, without even remembering it.
'May he who speaks of himself never tell the whole truth, may he keep
it secret and yield up only fragments of it.' This is the principle of 'scrupu-
lous delicacy' according to Kierkegaard. Could one not also speak of a 'scru-
pulous violence' or an 'unscrupulous delicacy'? This rule of scrupulous
fragmentation applies equally in analysis and writing.
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Thought is that invisible blade that determines the separation of bodies.
The truth that sees itself as such becomes a lie and a deception, but lan-
guage, which never lies, wins out over both.
The obsessive impression of having missed something - a (profound or
insignificant) idea that has managed to pass unnoticed, a fundamental hypoth-
esis that has slipped away, wound itself up like a curled snake in one's mental
space and could only come out by unwinding itself the other way. Perhaps it
is hidden deep in some previous life, perhaps it is part of a future life.
It is the secret continuation of the Nothing in the heart of things that
creates the impression of having missed the crucial point.
The speed of transfusion that applies to effects liberated from their
causes is viral. Any cell, any organ whatever, becomes viral as soon as it is
no longer subject to the sovereign legislation of the whole body. Hence a new
pathology beyond the organic, even beyond the psychosomatic, which is still
linked to the individualization of the 'soul' and the body.
No mechanic now for modern cars, no doctor now for modern pathol-
ogies. The infinitesimal calculus of viral pathologies, unlocatable by tradi-
tional diagnostics, has entirely outstripped the mechanics of the body, just as
the electronics of the modern car have outstripped the knowledge of its user.
But one can imagine an electronic 'smartness' of the body (like 'smart' cars
or houses) that would inform you of all its anomalies, or even, by a kind of
GPS effect, of your position in the space of human relations.
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All effects are perverse in so far as they run free of their causes: epilepsy
of reality. The very possibility of effects without causes, or causes without
effects, or effects producing their causes in a retrospective sequence, destabi-
lizes any logical order and leads into a paradoxical one.
Admiration: a real sacred prostitution in which the most alienated is not
the one you think. Thinking in these terms of a gentle violation, Lichtenberg
spoke of a 'virginity of admiration' . And of those who remain virgins all their
lives.
It is where there is the most violent contrast and where reconciliation
seems impossible that seductiveness is at its most profound.
Illusion is the most obvious of things, the obviousness of the tangible
appearance. Reality, for its part, is merely a flag of convenience.
The coalition of all those who find the mere hypothesis of a mystifica-
tion or machination of any kind where reality is concerned unacceptable
from the moral standpoint: the conspiracy of imbeciles.
A constant trumping of hypotheses in all disciplines, linked to the fierce
rivalry between scientists. And, above and beyond their rivalry, to their sol-
idarity on a single point: if truth were established definitively, that would put
an end to science and the scientific community. Now, the survival of that
community takes precedence over the survival of objective knowledge. And
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this is a vital reaction. It means that rival passions will always win out over
the establishment of a final truth. That 'truth' will always be shot through
with some passion from elsewhere. Paradoxically, the scientists apply them-
selves to this by producing ever more hypotheses. But the world itself system-
atically sidesteps truth. In the end, there is after all collusion between the
scientists and their object, but collusion of an unexpected kind: in the art of
escaping truth.
In its excess, information merely adds to the sum of useless knowledge
and thereby swallows up communication, which in turn, by its infinite ram-
ifications and the sum of superfluous exchanges, swallows up information.
Things are the same in the media space as they are in the physical space of
molecules: the same progressive dilution - and even vanishing - of substance
as in the memory of water.
The 'disocculted' pataphysicians seem as though they have been
defrosted. They look as if they have aged artificially in an aquarium. Perhaps
it would have been preferable to stay occult?4
Only one thing is more useless than the refined playing of the hotel
pianist and that is the air hostess's demonstration of how to use a lifejacket.
The eighth wonder of the world is in New Zealand, but it is forever
invisible. The translucent cataract of gypsum and crystals produced by the
age-old, subterranean action of geysers, the opalescent extravaganza that
swept down into the lake, was smashed to smithereens and buried when the
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mountain split apart on 10 June 1886. Jealous nature has hidden it from our
gaze, as though it wanted to save it from becoming a world heritage site.
Taking a plane which is so quick that you can see the sun rise in the west.
Moving quicker than the daylight to lose yourself, from east to west, in the
preceding night. But we are too slow and the darkness remains out of reach.
When you see the sun rise from a plane, it is still darkest night on the ground.
When it sets, night has already fallen on the ground - it is always lighter at
altitude. You can never be in darkness at altitude and have daylight on the
ground. Anyway, at 10,000 metres, neither night nor day rises or sets. You
enter them like a projectile, with all the speed of the aeroplane.
Sublimation: the direct transition from the solid to the gaseous state (the
ice evaporating on the Saint Lawrence). Sublimation of the phenomenal
world: this subtle, volatile quality of substances, forms and colours.
Against Machiavelli's Prince, a treatise on the ploys of domination, we
should set a treatise on the ruses of servitude. Its ploys are not those of the
lion, but of the fox; not those of the eagle, but of the moray eel and the cha-
meleon.
Arrogance is a head-on thing, but contempt is reptilian. And it para-
lyses its victims imperceptibly. This is what happened with Mitterrand in his
relations with his followers and courtiers. And this is what brought him
retrospective contempt, for one can respond to contempt only with equal
contempt or death.
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This blind constancy of trees and the plant world in producing leaves
and flowers as the cycle ordains, out of pure vegetal instinct. In the animal
kingdom too, faithfulness to the species is almost immutable. What would
be the equivalent of this constancy in human beings? Might it be the blind
determination to behave as a human being in the most inhuman conditions?
Or the opposite: the determination to choose evil, including one's own mis-
fortune, when all the conditions are ideal? Man's inexhaustible genius in
reviving what is likely to annihilate him. There is no doubt that, as Mishima
says, man turns the very difficulty of bearing his existence into a weapon.
As in the loose conglomeration of genes and molecules, where the pro-
teins govern each other without it being possible to pinpoint the prime
mover, so in the loose conglomeration of categories that govern our actions,
everything is similarly interconnected: being able, willing, knowing, believ-
ing, having-to, etc. In order to be able, one has to wish to, and in order to
wish to, one has to be able. And to know, one has to be able to know, and
for that one has to wish to. And one further has to believe ... etc. etc. To
live simply, we have to break up this sequence: to split off willing from being
able, to split off believing from knowing, to split off having-to from acting,
to split off being from having-to-be.
The truth they defend is merely the astrological sign of their stupidity.
The satrap is a being who exercises no function, occupies no role, and
acts by his mere presence - or by his absence, if he is transcendental,5
With the heat of summer comes the return of that hieroglyph more mys-
terious than the circulation of the blood or of commodities: the stochastic,
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zigzag flight of the fly in the middle of the room, beneath the central light
fitting or in the sun's rays.
As flat as the earth before they noticed it was round. As ambiguous as
the truth before they noticed it was true. As real as reality before they
noticed it didn't exist. As beautiful as a woman before they noticed she
wasn't one.
And is the earth really round? It is when seen from another world. Just
as the real is real only from our phenomenal point of view. Or, rather, from
the viewpoint of the unverifiable hypothesis of its non-existence.
'If the people will not obey the watchwords of the Revolution, then we
must change the people' (Brecht). If the real refuses to conform to objective
knowledge, then we must liquidate the real ... 'If the truth hurts, it is the
truth's fault.'
The Turkish political prisoners let themselves die of hunger rather than
be transferred from their collective cells into individual ones: isolation is
worse than death.
The time when perfection was of the order of crime is over, when
beneath perfect beauty something criminal lay hidden. With the cloning and
recycling of the species in conformity with an ideal norm, it will no longer
even be a crime to be perfect. The exactitude of the creature will shine in the
genetic firmament. There will be a universal presumption of innocence and
a total excommunication of evil. This technical redemption of all the taints
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of the species will render any new divine intervention useless. There will no
longer be any Last Judgement.
Reality for us is a little like the ground for trapeze artists, who work
with a net without knowing that beneath it the ground has disappeared.
In this way, screens allowed the real to slip away. In this way, icons
allowed God to slip quietly away.
He is writing the day-by-day account of his life, from the beginning.
The first ten notebooks have brought him to the age of fifteen, during the
war. At this rate it will take him twenty years to get to the current period.
In the meanwhile, he will have grown old - the two parallel lines, that of
the life and that of the narrative, will never meet. But it is also a wager,
since in a way it wouldn't be right for the life to stop before the narrative
catches up.
When God created man, He saw that he couldn't survive in that soli-
tude and gave him a shadow. But since then man has never stopped selling it
to the devil.
I knew him in all conditions. Moist in sacrifice, hostile or welcoming,
voracious or retractile, excited or indifferent, impulsive and without qualms,
dreamy on his best days.
That people who share the same genes should be separated by a moral
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chasm helps us to reassess the values in the name of which they are killing
each other.
What is one to do against an enemy whose weapons are conformism
and stupidity? Should one make oneself more conformist and more stupid?
If his strategy lies in cunning and achievement, should one make oneself
more cunning, more of an achiever? Should one make oneself more mediatic
than the media?
War is impossible, and yet it takes place. But the fact that it takes place
in no way detracts from its impossibility. The system is absurd and yet it
functions. But the fact that it functions in no way detracts from its absurdity.
The fact that the real exists in no way detracts from its unreality.
Image indicates the venal value of the man who has lost his name, just
as transparency is the quality of the man who has lost his shadow.
L. D., speaking of the faces he photographs incognito in the metro:
'They are anonymous, I make them exist.' Exist yes, but how?
One of them stated that the hardest thing was to realize, when faced
with his own photo, that he was nothing, nobody. Nothing but a captive face
for a hidden lens.
The photographer, by contrast, is not anonymous. He claims to eclipse
himself in the operation, but what he manages to eclipse is his relation to the
other, I' autre (which is, paradoxically, the title of the book and the exhibition}.
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So, all this aesthetics is merely a subterfuge: the more the contemporary
artist plays with the nothing, the more his signature is fetishized.
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Today things travel faster from Paris to Rio than from the hand to thel
brain. You have only to think of a friend at the other end of the world to be
connected to him in real time. There is something inhuman in this instantan-
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eity. I didn't necessarily want to be immediately in contact with him. I just
wanted, perhaps, to toy with the idea of seeing him. I
Boredom is out of luck: it is itself being discussed in crashingly boring I
terms.
'In the daytime I don't see. So I don't want what I don't see. Night is the
tricky time, since at night, when I'm asleep, I see. I see streets, lights, a person
dear to me. All in all, when I'm asleep, I act as though I were awake, and
when I wake up, I act as though I were asleep' (E. de Lucca).
Do the blind see in their dreams?
To dream without seeing is even stranger than a waking dream, since
dreams, for us, are primarily images - almost a film. It seems to us that
dreams can do without images even less than reality can.
The profoundly negationist character of information, the demand for
which has no concern for any historical reality or any moral meaning. Shoah
or no Shoah, if Hitler were alive he would be on all the screens.
Might Network Man be the model for the disabled person of the future?
It is perhaps to him, rather than to the paralytic, that we shall have forcibly
to restore the use of his body.
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An illness that breaks out opportunely just before the departure date
and ends exactly on the day the trip was scheduled to end.
Memento mori: Not: remember that yOU must die, but: don't forget to
die, remember to die (before it's too late).
Their faces are close to each other in sleep, but their dreams are light
years apart. Their breathing mingles, but their thoughts diverge far beyond
their bodies.
One's closest friends are a bit like the bad conscience of what you have
become, and in their eyes your life becomes a vaguely criminal matter, some-
thing of a slow-motion murder.
Just as dust is what is born out of the erosion of all landscapes, so the
real is what remains from the wearing down of all systems.
" Further and further towards perfect resemblance. The voice of the
airport announcer and integral music. Tomorrow's Eve.
'History is speeding up? No: history has stopped, but it has left us with
the acceleration' (Philippe Muray).
" The Judgement of God? No: God is dead, but He has left us his (last)
Judgement.
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The Cheshire Car has vanished, but he has left behind his smile.
The reality principle has disappeared, but it has left us with reality,
which keeps on running like a headless chicken.
Artificial intelligence? The intelligence has left it, but We are left with
the artifice, which flourishes the better on the ruins of intelligence.
Rights, if not desires, are left to us by things that take their leave.
Transparency, as it removes itself from the scene, leaves us the right to see it
clearly. Life, in Withdrawing, leaves us the right to live. Everything, as it dis.
tances itself, leaves us the possibility of conceiving it.
We shall never know Whether thought is an imposture, and that is provo
idential.
'The people is, in some cases, so enlightened that it is no longer indif.
ferent to anything' (Montesquieu). That is indeed the end point: when there
is no longer anything about which there is nothing to say.
Verdict of a Chinese writer on a monstrous tree that is at once a black.
berry and a bamboo: 'any disorder appearing in nature is the sign of a hidden
disorder in the administration of the Empire ... Order restored in nature
clearly indicates satisfaction in heaven.' Our current blossoming of monsters
and clones, hybrids and chimeras, OUr systematic mixing of mores and cul.
tures, sexes and genes, cannot but attest to an irremediable disorder in the
highest spheres of the Empire.
For an architecture to have a reason to exist, that is to say, for it not to
arouse, even in the imagination, the desire to destroy it, it has to know, itself,
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how to convey a sense of the void, and a transparency other than that of
glass.
First victim of the screen: silence. No living silence on television ever
again, but minutes of artificial silence, of dead silence, stocked like spare parts
or replacement organs, for the needs of the programme. The recording of the
artificial silence is the ghostliest, most ludicrous operation I've ever witnessed.
Propitious or ill-fated, there is an exaltation in the fact of something
happening to you. The fateful always wins out over the evaluation of good
and bad.
Hugo describes perfectly the profile of the end of History: 'The twenti-
eth century will be happy, there will be no more events.' And it is true, there
are fewer and fewer. But historical experience has been replaced by an almost
millenarian obsession with the Eventful, the Accidental and the Unforesee-
able. We are almost back to the times when the hope was still alive of wit-
nessing the coming of the Kingdom of God 'in real time'. Except that the
expectation now is, rather, of the end in real time.
It seems that, after a long period of primitive accumulation, science has
now lost any illusions as to its final ends, and is given over to the craziest
hypotheses - free of any verification. It then sometimes recaptures the charm
of the ancient cosmogonies.
The Stockholm Syndrome, the Theatre of Cruelty, voluntary servitude,
living coin, the ready made, the accursed share, the total social fact,
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dust-breeding, the perfect crime - we find all these figures in the reality-n
cocktail, in that potlatch of vacuousness. It even drags the judgement thaj
condemns it into its vacuousness.
C. M. wishes to be done with the artificial mystery of seduction. She
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wishes to overcome desire by wearing out pleasure. But pleasure is not like I
freedom, which Lichtenberg said was best used by being abused. She herself
says she wants to be like a spider in the centre of her web. She has forgotten I
that it is the web which, intangibly, imperceptibly, weaves its spider.
Time was when virtual creatures emerged from the Unconscious. Today
they are the products of digital calculation. We are no longer the theatre of
their imagining. The oneiric function disappears in the expurgated screen
version, much as, with language, only the phatic function survives or, with
the gaze, only the scopic function remains.
The sphere of ideas is a jungle, a nature red in tooth and claw in which
the natives are condemned to hunting and self-reliance. No heritage, no ref-
erences, no primitive accumulation: thought has luck alone on its side, and
instinctive, animal defence. So far as our conditions of life are concerned, we
have become stockbreeders and producers. But mentally and affectively we
have remained hunters. At every moment, in thought and writing, there is a
prey and a predator. And survival is a miracle.
The extreme of happiness leaves room for only one question: might we
not already be dead?
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In the gorges, there is no ideal viewpoint. From below you don't get the
idea of depth. From above, you can merely contemplate them abstractly,
having only an aerial view. Only the birds have a total, side-on perspective .
What they contemplate, what they prostrate themselves before all along
the beaches is their own sunset. If their existences could be diffracted in this
way into the volcanic dusts, if their heads could be set ablaze with a fine coral
dust, if their bodies could cross the horizon, the limit of which retreats as life
nears its end, like that of the silence or fury of events, if one could rise up
vertically so that the line of the horizon becomes first a curve, then a sphere,
then an immaterial point relieved of any surface and depth ...
'Aphorizein' (from which we get the word 'aphorism') means to retreat
to such a distance that a horizon of thought is formed which never again
closes on itself.
The lizard is the sprightliest animal and at the same time the closest to
absolute stillness, darting as it does between the stones like a shaft of wit.
Close, too, on the wall, and equally still in an entirely different universe, the
hairy spider in its hexagonal web.
Chance does not exist. Either the universe obeys objective laws or it is
of the order of will. But not of a will like our own: an inhuman will, in which
all beings, minerals, animals, stars and elements are endowed with effective
determination. Where the effect is an added extra, regardless of the cause,
where the event is an added extra, regardless of history - chance being merely
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In the gorges, there is no ideal viewpoint. From below you don't get the
idea of depth. From above, you can merely contemplate them abstractly,
having only an aerial view. Only the birds have a total, side-on perspective.
What they contemplate, what they prostrate themselves before all along
the beaches is their own sunset. If their existences could be diffracted in this
way into the volcanic dusts, if their heads could be set ablaze with a fine coral
dust, if their bodies could cross the horizon, the limit of which retreats as life
nears its end, like that of the silence or fury of events, if one could rise up
vertically so that the line of the horizon becomes first a curve, then a sphere,
then an immaterial point relieved of any surface and depth ...
'Aphorizein' (from which we get the word 'aphorism') means to retreat
to such a distance that a horizon of thought is formed which never again
closes on itself.
The lizard is the sprightliest animal and at the same time the closest to
absolute stillness, darting as it does between the stones like a shaft of wit.
Close, too, on the wall, and equally still in an entirely different universe, the
hairy spider in its hexagonal web.
Chance does not exist. Either the universe obeys objective laws or it is
of the order of will. But not of a will like our own: an inhuman will, in which
all beings, minerals, animals, stars and elements are endowed with effective
determination. Where the effect is an added extra, regardless of the cause,
where the event is an added extra, regardless of history - chance being merely
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the intersection of all these wills. A universe consisting of antagonistic
impulses, in which everything is lucky or ill-fated _ isn't that more uplifting
than the mere preoccupation with causes and consequences?
The downplaying of reality is a philosophical intuition and there is,
therefore, nothing 'negationist' about it. The virtual, in its project of liqui.
dating the real technically, is truly negationist.
JUst as repressed sexuality has taken its revenge in the total hegemony
of the sexual (which no longer has anything to do with sex), so repressed illu.
sion takes its revenge on reality through the virtual (which no longer has any-
thing to do with illusion).
Black faces are like basaltic lava emerging, against the sunlight, from
the entrails of the earth, like black, light-absorbent mineral. The photo-
graphic film cannot capture them.
A woman may have all the marks of being a woman and yet not be one.
The sex itself is not enough - it takes femininity to make a woman.
'It is not true that the unconscious goal in the evolution of every con.
scious being (animal, man, mankind, etc.) is its "high est happiness", the case,
on the COntrary, is that every stage of evolution possesses a special and
incomparable happiness neither higher nor lower but simply its OWn'
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Language - any language - has a fine ring to it when it has no meaning
(in magic, it is, in fact, this meaningless language that exerts its charm on
material things). As soon as it means something, language merely peddles the
banality of the common speech of all languages the world over .
In this country, the towns and villages are not a refuge from the desert,
they give the desert sanctuary. They do not fortify themselves against it, they
weave it into the houses or the inner courtyards, where the dusting of sand
is the same, in the spaces of beaten earth where camels, donkeys, children
and women mingle freely. Space is never under house arrest here. Shouldn't
all architecture be inspired by the void and make it circulate in this way,
instead of exiling it to a now captive urban space? We shouldn't have to
travel through space, it ought to travel through us, the way Chuang Tzu's
butcher's knife cuts through the interstices of the animal's body.
'Humanity will not be able to conceive itself as such until it encounters
another conscious species ... ' There is a great presumptuousness in wishing
to measure oneself against some other species only on the basis of conscious-
ness. That is a distorting mirror which prevents us from seeing that the con-
frontation already exists outside of consciousness, in the infra-human, in the
animal, in the unfolding of the world without us, outside of us. No need for
an extra-terrestrial species for that: otherness is there, and it is everywhere a
challenge to consciousness as it conceives itself hegemonically and as sole
judge of the existence of the world.
It is possible that the human species hopes, by way of artificial intelli-
gence, to invent another race, in which it can be reflected, as in an immense
mirror. But, in reflecting itself, all it would be doing is verifying its existence.
Now, consciousness is sufficient for knowing oneself, but it is not sufficient
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for conceiving oneself. For that, we have to be challenged in our very con-
sciousness by all that does not enjoy this 'higher' consciousness, but which
nonetheless, in the order of the world, is the equal of consciousness.
Consciousness is sovereign only in the terms of the representation of the
world it imposes, and imposes on itself. In the symbolic order, it can only
measure itself against something bigger.
Regarding Stockhausen's declaration on the destruction of the Twin
Towers as the finest work of art of modern times, why does it have to be a
'work of art'? Why must the sanction for the sublime and the exceptional
always come from art? It's a scandalous misconception to attach the same
high-class label of 'art' and performance to September 11th and the Palais
de Tokyo, for example. Let us retain for events the power of the event.
'There are too many Jews on the France Culture radio station,' says
Renaud Camus, and he is accused of racism. But the problem lies elsewhere
and goes far beyond the Jewish question. It is, more generally, that there is
too much of everything everywhere. Too many people, too many places, too
many images on television, 'too many notes in Mozart', too many ideas and
too many words to express them - too many old people among the old, too
many young people among the young. And, ultimately, the worst of it is that
there's too much culture on France Culture.
Marxism, Christianity and psychoanalysis have found refuge in Latin
America. God, the Unconscious and the proletariat are emigrating to sub-
tropical latitudes. The great ideologies, like the big companies, are relocat-
ing to the Third World.
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J. K., a psychoanalyst, speaks of 'a collective Unconscious in collusion
with the terrorists'. Yet she should know something about this: namely, that
it is ridiculous to condemn the 'collusion' of the Unconscious with any polit-
ical act whatever, and hence to submit it to a moral judgement.
Does J. K. dream of a politically correct Unconscious?
September 11th revealed not only the fragility of global power, but also
an intellectual caste at odds with itself, and desperately seeking to rescue its
right of oversight. But it is increasingly difficult to rescue the order of dis-
course in this disorder of things. All the more so as terrorism has no more
meaning or clear consequences than it has objective causes. As much as a vio-
lence in the realm of things, it is a disorder of reason. The acting-out to which
it attests is something quite other than the current events that result from it
(including war).
Humanity needs injustice, which it can savour through the bitterness,
the self-directed Schadenfreude that is one of the variants on the spectrum of
misfortune. This mortification is particularly noticeable among the most cel-
ebrated, who like to see themselves as betrayed and misunderstood.
It is the practice of evil, and hence, in a sense, the inhuman
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The definition of man is narrowing to the point of merging with his mas-
tication coefficient, his loadbearing polygon, his basic metabolism and his
intelligence quotient.
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Traditionally, it has been consciousness that has made the suffering and
death of the human being more moving than that of Other living creatures.
But that consciousness is a privilege and suffering is its mirror. Animals and
inanimate living things are not even granted one, which makes their annihi.
lation the more unjust (the thousands of trees felled in the forest, lined up
like corpses in a mass grave), their sacrifice the mOre poignant.
The destinies are equalling up today, for the suffering of human beings
has become similar to that of beasts and tree" it too has nothing to exchange
itself for; nothing redeems it any more in Some other (even inner) world. The
inhuman condition of the 'inferior' creatures has become OUr OWn. And this
makes us more sensitive to the suffering they endure.
Thirty thousand years ago there lived 'another human species' _ the
Neanderthals. Tremendous.
If it is true, it is symbolically more important than the fact that man is
descended from the apes. The shadow of this vanished human species weighs
heavy on all OUr anthropology, since OUr entire concept of evolution privi.
leges the eXclusive universality of a single humanity, ours, the one that Sur.
vived. And what if it Were not the only onel Then that's the end of OUr
privilege. U We had to eliminate this twin, this prehistoric double, to ensure
OUr hegemony, if this other species had to disappear, then the rules of the
game of being human are no longer the same.
And where does this passion for universality come from, this lust to
eliminate every other racel (It is a good bet that if any other race emerged
from space, OUr first aim would be to subjugate or destroy iL) Why is it that
in twin forms there always has to be one that diesl Why do We always have
to Wipe out duality everywhere to establish the monopoly of a species, a race,
a subject?
Having said this, it is not certain that We really did win out. What if we
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were carrying that double within us like a dead twin? And perhaps many
others, in a kind of Unconscious, the stubborn heir to all the previous
murders. Having achieved the unity of the species, for the greater glory of
Homo sapiens, are we not now duplicating ourselves for the worse - in that
artificial twinness of the clone, in which the species, denying its origins once
and for all, prolongs itself as spectre in an infinite repetition? Over the screen
of our consciousness and our Unconscious hovers the shadow of this origi-
nal crime, the traces of which we shall doubtless never recover.
A general tendency to invisibility as veil, to conformism as blindness. To
see nothing so as not to be seen. Even architecture behind its glass fac;ades is
becoming blind and sightless. Everything shares in this phantasm of being
eclipsed, of escaping the mirror stage, thanks to the screen of transparency.
In the exhibition at the Louvre on 'Painting and Crime', photos of
Auschwitz are shown alongisde bloody videos by the Vienna Actionists. Isn't
this a worse profaning of the Shoah than holocaust-denial?
Any value system transferred en bloc into the ritual space of discourse,
like any object transferred into the ritual space of the museum, becomes a
'ready-made' .
The eternal question from the other: What am I to you? What are you
to me? A veiled challenge, to which the only response is clearly: You are
everything to me! I am everything to you!
Each would like to be everything to the other - each would like to be
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everything to himself/herself (since, ultimately, the crucial question is: what
am I to myself?).
The sad thing is that it's impossible as soon as you ask the question:
there is a gulf separating the question from the response, as deep as the gulf
that separates us from the other. The best thing, then, would be never to try
to clarify the matter - as it was best for Orpheus never to turn around to
Eurydice after emerging from the Underworld.
All around us - objects, places, towns, landscapes, faces _ ask us this
same metaphysical question: what am I to you?
Not only living creatures, but inanimate ones - everything makes this
total demand. A kind of jealous reciprocity, to which we respond, most often,
with a profound indifference. But objects too know _ and know better than
we do - to move off and remain silent.
Actual reality is no longer even actual enough to preserve the differen-
tial of the dream. This already tends to vanish on waking. Now, daytime Con-
sciousness exists only by this nocturnal transfusion of dreams. Their
extinction is a prelude to the extinction of night in a future universe.
In fact, history is over for us, in the sense that it is uofolding on its own,
on automatic pilot, and most often in a loop: we are through the looking
glass of history, in a disembodied present. But the others, those who haven't
experienced this stage, can only aspire to history or, possibly, destroy its
symbols - including Western power, in which everything that has assumed
the form of history culminates.
Those who have not entered it want history. And, to console them, we
palm it off on them on a spare-part basis, like a second-hand vehicle or an
assembly line.
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everything to himseJli'herself (since, ultimately, the crucial question i" what
am I to myself?).
The sad thing is that it's impossible as soon as you ask the question:
there is a gulf separating the question from the response, as deep as the gulf
that separates us from the other. The best thing, then, would be never to try
to clarify the matter - as it Was best for Orpheus never to turn around to
Eurydice after emerging from the Underworld.
All around us - objects, places, towns, landscapes, faces _ ask us this
same metaphysical question: what am I to you?
Not only living creatures, but inanimate ones _ everything makes this
total demand. A kind of jealous reciprocity, to which we respond, most often,
with a profound indifference. But objects too ko
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Actual reality is no longer even actual enough to preserve the differen-
tial of the dream. This already tends to vanish on waking. Now, daytime can.
sciousness exists only by this nocturnal transfusion of dreams. Their
extinction is a prelude to the extinction of night in a future universe.
In fact, history is OVer for us, in the sense that it is unfolding on its Own,
on automatic pilot, and most often in a loop: We are through the looking
glass of history, in a disemhodied present. But the others, those who haven't
experienced this stage, can only aspire to history or, possibly, destroy its
symbols - including Western power, in which everything that has assumed
the form of history culminates.
Those who have not entered it Want history. And, to console them, we
palm it off on them on a spare-part basis, like a second-hand vehicle or an
assembly line.
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The most idealistic, the most pre-Raphaelite form of terrorism is cer-
tainly that of the (Conrad), that anarchist wanted to blow
up the Greenwich mendlan - to free the people from TIme.
You can caress a dream, like a domestic cat. You cannot caress reality;
it is like a wildcat.
The Red Cedar of Vancouver. It is six hundred years old and can expect
to live until the twenty-seventh century. There is something disturbing about
finding yourself in front of a living thing which you know will be there in six
centuries' time. As though it had already survived you. You feel dead in
advance, and yet so far removed (a spatial depth, measurable in light-years)
that all anxiety is dispelled. You even feel a little immortal through this tree
that has survived so many of its descendants. There is no equivalent in the
human species; no one lives to be proportionately as old as the four-thou-
sand-year-old spruces of deepest Arizona.
Just as the dying are cryogenized in the expectation that they will be
resuscitated when we have acquired the key to curing their illness, we should
preserve major criminals in liquid nitrogen and revive them when we have
discovered the secret of justice.
In a conference on humanism: the Westerners contest universal values,
against a background of colonization and historical guilt. Only the black
participants speak up for the values in whose name they were enslaved.
Colonial reason is whitewashed by the blacks.
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When some dream only of transforming the world, others, regarding i
as having disappeared, dream only of obliterating its traces.
The real considered as infantile disorder of the virtual.
Thought considered as infantile disorder of artificial intelligence.
The image considered as infantile disorder of representation.
Seeing Nantene and the university again twenty years on. It's like revis-
iting the haunts of one's childhood. Everything seems smaller. Les evene_ .
ments too have shrunk away to nothing. The inspiration that had expanded
these walls, the words that had transfigured this place have vanished. But the
memory of the event is intact.
Die 4ussersten Dinge mit der 4ussersten Gelassenheit sagen, to say
extreme things with extreme composure.
There is as little reason to speak of corruption in the political order as
of perversion in the psychical order. Our entire mental universe may be said
to be pervers", there are in it only defences and evasions, phantasms and
duplicity, not to mention obsession and cruelty, ressentiment and the many
different nuances of character. Everything about it is immoral. That is how
it is, end of story. Any attempt at mental regulation is as pointless as the
endeavour of moralizing the social world. The balance is always, as
Mandeville rightly said, that of evil by evil.
Ideas do not give forth light and their light SOurce is elsewhere.
But they have a shadow and that shadow moves with the sun.
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Our idea is that pleasure - and freedom - are positive values and that
they are to be preferred, even if they are inflicted on you. That is doubtless
true in terms of a vulgar economy of happiness, but it is not at all true at the
symbolic level. When Afghan women are forced to remove their veils 'spon-
taneously', that is a violation.
Giving pleasure forcibly is worse than taking it forcibly. Forcing
someone to be free is worse than enslaving them. Naturally, this is not
grasped in the simplistic vision of human rights.
Satan and witches. If they admit they are in league with him, then they
are disobeying him (since he forbids them to admit to being witches) and they
are spared. Those who protest their innocence are burned.
A bus driver who falsely claims to have been assaulted is found
guilty of wasting police time. A police spokesman declares: 'We already
have so many problems with genuine violent crime. What are things
coming to if we have to deal with the fake kind?' It is for this reason that
a fake hold-up was in the past punished more severely than a real one, for
faking evil is even more serious than evil. The hoax is evil raised to the
second power.
And faking good? Isn't a fake 'good deed' worse than a bad one?
'Being out of luck'. In French, we say 'jouer de malheur': the accumu-
lati.an of setbacks ends up becoming a game and imparting a different twist
~ o III fortune. You cannot say the same of good fortune: there is never an
,rolllc tWist to the excess of good fortune. One always thinks one deserves
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Nothing stranger and more pathos-laden than the Sunday
Marche de fa Creation on this Paris boulevard. A fine selection of kitsch ~ u
daubs, without exception, from the most abstract to the most academic.
the mystery remains because it is just as difficult to say in what way these < .... ,
daubs and so many other paintings, in the private and public galleries,
'masterpieces'. The Sunday artists exchange remarks about art that are j
as senseless, though less pretentious, as those heard at the top private .
ings. Where are the differentiating criteria? There is none that is objective.
They are all criteria of legitimacy. One has to know how to infiltrate tne
subtle networks that secrete this principle of legitimacy.
The demarcation line of Art is as fierce as the demarcation line of power .•
That everything exceptional is doomed to be destroyed derives from the.
symbolic rule that no player must be bigger than the game itself.
'The slavery of death is the root of all slavery,' says Canetti, 'and if it .
were not irremediable who would desire it?' An enigmatic Proposition ..
Either: if it were possible to avoid it, no one would wish for death. Or: it is .
because that slavery is irremediable that so many people desire it.
Innocence, that mild form of mental deficiency, has the same aphrodi-
siac effect as softness of skin.
The existence of an artificial world at the very heart of reality poses no
more problems than the existence of the real at the heart of an artificial uni-
verse. This is what the game show host in The Truman Show is saying: 'There
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is no more truth out there than there is in the world I created for you.' So,
finally, the fact that our destiny is televisual ('We can't let him die in front of
a live audience'; '- He was born in front of a live audience') changes nothing.
Everyone tends to take t heir environment, whatever it may be, for reality .
And the more artificial it is, the more it transforms the belief in reality into
a natural tendency.
A certain mix of dreams and insomnia, which may last for hours and
stand in for sleep, while leaving the impression of a sleepless night.
Most often we dreanl in black and white and wake up in colour. Dreams
are closer to early cinema (or early cinema is closer to dreams). Both are
closer to the primal scene, the scene of light and shadows.
The tactile recollection of dreams: we no longer remember them, but we
sense them as an object we might finger in the dark or as a vague, luminous,
incomprehensible surface.
Thinking takes on first a conceptual, metaphorical form. Then a subjec-
tive, affective form. Then an animal, instinctive form. Then a reflex, auto-
matic form. At that point, it is simply a function equivalent to the circulation
of the blood and artificial respiration.
Writing is the living alternative to the worst of what it says .
There was a dramaturgy of art and language: transfiguring the real into
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lyricism and violence, giving history a heroic, bloodstained ending. It seems.
today that art and language have the opposite function of making everything
conform to ordinariness: without end and without resolution.
If the truth of what you say is in your actions, then better to give up
speaking right away.
If the truth of what you think is in what you say, then better to give up .
thinking immediately.
If the truth of what you say is in what you don't say, then you might as
well remain silent.
Saas Fee.
To live in such a place, you need an inner flame, such as Nietzsche had,
a gigantic voltage differential between sublime nature and cerebral convolu-
tion. Time here is prodigiously slowed. Every second takes a minute, every
minute an hour, every hour a century.
At the Happy Bar, the staff are all miserable. Even the cows howl
despairingly in the fog. The village is deserted. It is raining. A single interest-
ing figure: the whiteness of face, the hair so pale, the blue of the eyes _ this
Nordic type of negative beauty in which you can see the sun setting over the
lakes of Finland in the faint stellar light of the wintry sky.
You can take a profound delight in horrendous things (World Trade
Center) and not be happy to be so delighted. Others prefer to deny it, and
take their delight without being aware of it.
'What is really happening - what I can never really see, or I will go mad
- is that I am not the spider who weaves the web, and I am not even a fly
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caught in the web. I am the web itself, streaming off in all directions with no
centre and no self that I can call my own' (James Elkins).
Cancer is the epitome of all our pathologies: the subdivision of cells to
infinity provides a reflection of the proliferation of everything, and of the
species itself in its transgenic frenzy.
The worm that devours the parasite that enables it to digest, and dies of
it. The crustacean that wanders beneath the sea until it finds a fixed point.
Once secured to that spot, it devours its own brain, which is now useless
since it served it only to find this landing place.
In this same way, we devour the Nothing that enables us to digest the
world, and without which we cannot survive. But we cannot prevent our-
selves from doing so - just as the scorpion cannot prevent itself from killing
the frog that gets it across the river.
Heavenly bodies are irresponsible - who would hold it against them?
Ultimate responsibility is light years away.
Contemporary art summed up by a London taxi driver outside Tate
Modern: 'When you go in, you understand why it's free.'
The powerful of this world are gathered in Rome to sign a treaty 'that
puts a final end to the Cold War'. In fact they do not know they are starting
a new war, of which they are the first victims: they remained parked on the
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tarmac, surrounded by armoured cars, barbed wire and helicopters - the
whole panoply of this new cold war, the cold war of armed security, of per-
petual deterrence and faceless terrorism. For the G8 at Alberta they did even
better: they locked themselves away deep in a northern forest 150 kilometres
from any inhabited area, in order to decide the fate of the world in all equa-
nimity. One day they will choose to put themselves into orbit for greater
security. And, later still, they will be forgotten: global power will be so distant
that it will have become allegorical, as sidereal as the void that surrounds it.
Hell will be the perpetual duty of conviviality and communication: end-
lessly greeting people who recognize you and whom you don't recognize. The
hell of the signs you no longer decipher and which you are forced to manip-
ulate as in a dream. The hell of the ghostly ideas that signal to you from a
very great distance and which you are no longer able to formulate. The hell
of the words, names and faces you can't recall.
Impossible to imagine dying anywhere else than in the silence of the
desert. Of all things, not to pass away amid sound and fury. To recover the
only freedom, which is that of space and emptiness.
'Die Menschen schreiben viel uber das Wesen der Materie - ich wun-
schte, dass die Materie einmal anfange, uber das menschliche Gemut zu
schreiben. '
'Human beings write a great deal about the essence of matter. It would
be nice for matter to begin to write about the human mind' (Lichtenberg).
But isn't it already matter that writes us and thinks us - through the
coming-to-pass of the world in its literalness?
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Of multiple unfathomable coincidences or complicities, we say: 'It's too
good to be true.' And we invoke the Unconscious. But the Unconscious itself
is too good to be true. Behind all that might there not be some cruel divinity
or some external fate? But we prefer the id and the drives that are the psychi-
cal reappropriation of these things. We prefer our perverse desires, our mas-
ochism and our death drive to the ill-will of the gods. If it isn't I, ego, then
it's the id. If it isn't the id, it's its brother. That is always better than an exter-
nal demon.
A. J. declares, in a pathos-laden flight of oratory: 'I believe in man, he
is capable of anything!' Involuntary witticism: he believes he is saying man
is capable of the best of things, but is he not with this same phrase saying
that man is capable of the worst (though that is also just as valid a reason to
believe in him)? Language retains something of the inextricable confusion of
good and evil.
All imputations of nihilism and imposture originate in the same conspir-
acy as that of the imbeciles in the political sphere. It is in this way that imbe-
cility flows through enlightened minds and the most open of them become
the best vehicles for a stupidity that does not truly reflect who they are, but
passes through them to strike elsewhere.
In the end, every molecule of the American nation will have come from
somewhere else, the way a body changes cells without ceasing to be the
same body. In this way America will have become black, Indian, Hispanic,
Puerto Rican, without ceasing to be America. It will even be the more myth-
ically American for no longer being so fundamentally. And all the more
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fundamentalist for no longer having any fundament (if indeed it ever had
any, since the founding fathers themselves came from elsewhere). And all
the more integrist for having become multi-racial and multicultural. And
all the more imperialist for being led by the descendants of slaves.
The homily of the cure of Leucate on this 16 June 2002: television and
the media speak constantly of evil and misfortune; they are endlessly
demonizing reality. Fortunately, Pope John Paul II beatifies with abandon:
1,941 beatifications during his papacy alone - more than all the other popes
put together. And, in particular, he proclaims that we are all potential apos-
tles, like Germaine, that humble servant of Cubrac, who lived in the early
seventeenth century and whose body, rediscovered intact forty years after
her death, performed miracles (though a century later, the revolutionaries
threw it into quicklime) and who, in the end, became Saint Germaine of
Cubrac. Like that simple soul, any of us may find apostolic glory. The apos-
tles' privileges are at an end: anyone can have his fifteen minutes of apos-
tolic fame.
Everything here - the wind, the sun, the beach, the cliffs of Vingrau, the
ile Sainte-Lucie, PIa de Fitou (the white ghost of the windmills), the marvels-
of-Peru, the Cathar citadels - is always sublime, but it has no echo now. It is
a living memory that is brilliantly exceptional, but unreally so.
The tiredness induced by a long walk expresses itself first in a trance-
like state, where insidious, aggressive thoughts bubble up without your
realizing it, then in mild hallucinations, before ending in euphoric confu-

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The hypochondriacal obsession. Once all protection is secured, it is
from the inside that the body is overexposed to all assaults and disruptions.
Against the disorders that ensue there is only the character armour, which
does not even allow the signals from the body to show through.
Wariness of one's nearest and dearest, as though they were potential
witnesses for the prosecution in your existence, evidence of guilt in a trial
that is permanently suspended.
The panda that is having trouble reproducing: they show him porn films
to rouse his libido.
For the Japanese, the most commonplace individual and the most
mundane object are both singular, even in their repetition. The problem is
not to be different. For us, by contrast, that is an obligation. But there isn't
difference for everyone, just as there isn't a meaning for every word (the char-
acteristic of meaning is that not everything has it). This is how everyone ends
up alone, dispossessed of both their singularity and their difference.
Intelligence is analysing things as they are.
Imagination is conceiving them as they could be.
Morality is conceiving them as they should be.
Magic is making them occur the way you conceive them.
There is no longer any interest in the mental hygiene of killers. Today
we have only the mental hygiene of the victim, and the art of using one's own
misfortune as a credit card.
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Chirac (his puppet) interviewed on Canal Plus on Les Guignols,9 then
immediately afterwards on TFl by the same presenter. In this way you can
go from the false to the true simply by changing channel.
You can go from Good to Evil simply by changing scale.
You can go from the sublime to the banal by changing the lighting.
You can go from life to death without noticing.
The Meaning of Existence.
Two journalists set off to track down the Meaning of Existence through-
out the world, wherever it has been sighted. Suddenly they see it loom up in
the form of a very beautiful woman who boards the Orient Express and
comes to sit at their table. Can you imagine that? Dining with the meaning
of existence! A marvellous allegory: the meaning of existence there in flesh
and blood! The ideal would clearly be to sleep with her, and they hope she
is going to join them for the night. But the bitch prefers to take off with the
guard. They meet up with her again at Delphi, this time in the guise of the
Pythia, with the crowd of tourists who, fascinated by the Meaning of
Existence and transfigured by Self-Knowledge, throw themselves off the rock
into the abyss.
In the end, she simply vanishes: she was nothing but a ghost and seduc-
tress. But from time to time, here and there (for she is still at large), she
signals her presence to a privileged few.
Fruttero (this fable is by Fruttero and Lucentini) recently put an end to
his pursuit of the meaning of existence by throwing himself, like all the tour-
ists dazzled by self-knowledge, down the lift shaft.
Paris-Plage: the operation would be perfect if an oil slick drifted in to
pollute this pretty little beach. Then the illusion would be total: the beach
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attendants would be transformed into ecological clean-up agents; they would
have stopped sunbathing stupid.
WTC: no trace of the bodies of the 3,000 victims. It's as though they
had been dropped into quicklime. All the images without the sound, silent,
vitrified, pellicularized. The scrap metal and the rubble are auctioned off.
The event has more or less vanished into thin air.
The pope has reached the state of 'martyr', that is to say, of witness:
witness to the possibility that the human race can live beyond death. Living
experience of brain-death, of spirituality on a life-support system, of auto-
matic piloting of the vital functions in their death throes.
A great model for future generations.
Gregory of Nyssa: 'The audacious demand of the soul is to take its
pleasure face-to-face. The voice of God grants what is requested by what it
refuses. God would not have shown Himself if the sight of Him were such
as to arrest the desire of the seer. Therein consists the true vision of God'.
The audacious demand of man is to take his pleasure body-to-body.
Woman grants what is requested only by what she refuses. She would not
give herself if man's enjoyment were to be such that she would have arrested
his desire. Therein consists the 'true vision of woman.'
When he has cured the patient, it is the shaman who must give some-
thing in exchange. Having made good the body, he must make good the debt.
Or the Japanese story of the woman who lets the girl drown because,
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she says, if she saves her life, the child will owe her such an obligation it will
be unbearable.
Our entire psychology fails before these ancestral rules.
Already God existed only in the desperate attempt to prove his exis-
tence. It is the same today with human beings, whose existence we attempt
desperately to verify by the very means that make it improbable.
Feminism, populism, humanism: all words with the suffix '-ism' are the
caricature of their root. Of women, of the people, of the human. Including
terrorism: the caricature of terror?
In the past, the British ensured their hold on the whole of East Africa
by way of their 'crusade' to abolish slavery, breaking up traditional society
by emancipating the slaves (Memoirs of an Arabian Princess from
Zanzibar).lO Everywhere today we see the same crusade against wrongdoers,
infidels, renegades against the gospel of modernity. Emancipation from the
veil, sexual emancipation and the emancipation of trade are the drip-feed of
global domination.
The global power's domination of the rest of the world mirrors the heg-
emony of the human race over other living creatures. Now, it is not clear how
this 'superiority' of the human species over all the others would be given up.
Indifference to politics is said to be due to the disintegration of the social
bond. In fact, it is quite the opposite. It is the wide scope for action within
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civil society and the intensification of communication networks - together
with the promotion of a freedom whose perpetual benefits we enjoy, but of
which we no longer have the concept - that create the absenteeism from
oneself and from others of which political absenteeism is merely a symptom.
Levi-Strauss used to talk about the 'signifiant {Lottant', the 'floating sig-
nifier' of language. We might speak today of the 'insignifiant {Lottant', the
floating in-signifier of politics: mass political indifference - not even protest,
but refractoriness. And what it refracts is the hidden side of politics, the side
that eludes the artificial light of the electoral system.
He suddenly felt a pain that was as violent as if it were real.
Existence, similar to the stucco angel whose extremities meet in a curved
mirror, comes back, almost by necessity, to a state of radicality and silence.
The ideal existence is the one that lasts long enough to come back to this
point of origin.
Those who forge straight ahead will never know where they have come
from.
Strange disappearance of the idea of solitude, of the pathos of solitude.
No one speaks of it any more, no one feels it any more. There is today only
psychical isolation, mental, sensory insulation. Everyone is deterritorialized,
or rather extra-territorialized from inside. The melancholy tone has disap-
peared.
Isolation and insularity are states of fact. Solitude was a state of mind.
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The gripping narrative, minute by minute, of the people trapped in the
upper storeys of the World Trade Center - thanks to the mobile phone, which
became the means of communication with the dead. As gripping as the tele-
visual collapse of the Twin Towers. If the images fulfilled the desire to enjoy
the spectacle of the catastrophe live, from the outside, these real-life echoes
of certain death correspond to a different phantasm: that of having lived that
indescribable death from the inside - the illusion of experiencing the event
to the end, from the inside, intensifying the sense of good fortune at having
escaped it.
But this transfiguration is never perfect: one would have had to have
died there oneself. Unlike Auschwitz, of which it has been said that the only
true witnesses were those who did not return and hence have never spoken
of it, in this case those who were stuck up there had the time to speak from
the interior of death.
We ask computers to become intelligent or, in other words, conscious
of their operation. Yet what is the consciousness of a machine but the pale
allegory of the will of its programmers? (The same has been said of God and
his creature: what is the consciousness of man but the pale reflection of the
will of his creator?)
But haven't human beings had enough of their own consciousness
anyway? Why deck machines out with it? Except to be rid of it? Passing con-
sciousness and intelligence on to machines so as to be rid both of machines
and intelligence.
'Shalmaneser', the supercomputer of Stand on Zanzibar doesn't need a
consciousness as added extra.!! It has its own form of jubilation and oper-
ates without thinking. To rig it out with a consciousness is to push it to
suicide: it can no longer even see itself as a machine.
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A mad idea is to manipulate apes genetically to the point where they
conceive the idea of suicide, which was previously the prerogative of human
beings. The ape is developed to the point where it prefers to kill itself because
it can no longer even see itself as an ape.
This is what human beings are currently testing out on themselves by
carrying themselves beyond their specific sphere, where they, like the ape,
will be left with only the solution of suicide, and for the same reason: because
they will no longer be able to see themselves as human beings.
Remove a single variable, to see the effect this change has on the inter-
action between all the variables. Remove a value, a single one, from the value
system. Remove the words from language one by one: a mental technique,
that of the Messianic International. Remove a tower block or two from the
global landscape. To see.
The generations steeped in the virtual will never have known the Real.
But that is not so serious if we accept that the Real is merely a referential illu-
sion. More serious is the case of those who, steeped in sex and images of sex,
will never have known pleasure. But this is nothing in relation to the pos-
sibility, for future generations, of never knowing death.
With so many spectacles, festivals, symposiums, art fairs and book fairs,
the desire for a sudden cultural recession, or at least for a period of latency,
for long enough to recover the savour of a book or the silence of images.
Zero (degree zero, zero risk, Ground Zero, zero deaths) is the current
form of perfection, empty, sterile and faultless. It is the nil-sum equation,
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defined by the elimination of all variables. In this sense, there is no longer
any difference between the perfection of life and that of death.
That nothing as extraordinary as September 11 th can happen for a very
long time gives us a certain sense of immortality. It will stand in as a future
for us - for a time.
'Was daraus kommt, wie von Gottes Wink, das wissen wir nicht'
(Holderlin).
'What will come of it, as if by a sign from God, we know not.'
You can't ask someone who has himself become an icon for a solution
to the problem of the image.
Does the power of anti-matter come from its being able to annihilate
matter while obeying the same laws, or does it not in fact obey the same laws
at all?
Does any opposing power enter into the same game as the order it desta-
bilizes or does it destabilize it by changing the rules of the game?
Relatively speaking, September 11th will have had the same impact as
the asteroid 65 million years ago, following which a kind of nuclear winter
spread over the planet, causing innumerable species to disappear, but also
new ones to emerge. Unfortunately, the latter were most often smaller in
scale and it can hardly be otherwise with the human race and social groups.
What lies in wait for us, then, in this sort of anthropological winter, is the
rarefaction of forms, favouring a proliferation of elementary organisms.
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The little orange, trapezoidal, translucent sail on the river, the boatmen
keeping their balance. Further on, the bride in her palanquin, and the
husband on horseback ahead of her. A whole parade of luminous figures. In
fact, what we have here is a fake traditional Korean wedding and a TV shoot.
But whether or not the ritual is authentic, there is the same racial beauty in
all the faces.
The Diagonal of the Madman,
The Parallax of Evil,
The Ecliptic of Sex,
The Hypotenuse of Death.
Given the low likelihood of a meeting in this life or a future existence,
the only hope is for a meeting in a previous life.
The illusion of travel is that things seem more singular as they move
away from their centre of gravity. But that illusion is precious.
Overflying the deserts of Siberia. Through the mist acting like frosted
glass, the sun picks out the circumvolutions of countless rivers as though
with a fine paintbrush. The snakelike lines of the tiniest streams, stretching
over hundreds of miles. The smallest liquid surface is a transparency viewer.
The temptation to fulfil all desires was, in the past, that of evil; tempta-
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is no longer the fulfilment of a desire or an impulse of our own. We no longer
aspire to anything; we are aspirated, sucked up, by the void.
The logic of distinction is, ultimately, a precious vestige of the bygone
time of signs and sign-value, the loss of which, though imperceptible in the
equivalence of images, is even more serious than the loss of the real.
Prestige, challenge, rivalry, privileges - it was, at bottom, the golden age
of symbolic violence, the only antidote to democratic erosion and the great
game of equality of opportunity. It is doubtless as absurd to wish to elimi-
nate that violence as any other.
Is it better to stop the haemorrhage and live in a state of perpetual trans-
fusion?
Dreaming that he is awarded a literary prize and sells a hundred thou-
sand copies of his book, Italo Svevo adds that naturally something which can
be imagined with such exactness does not actually need to happen.
A crazy scene.
Glass-fronted terrace at pavement level, Montparnasse.
A homeless man turns up, balancing on his crutches, with one foot in
plaster. Suddenly he throws one of his crutches down on the pavement. In
full view, as though he had dropped it. And he waits. Not for long.
Immediately a charitable person rushes to pick it up and give it back to him.
It is then that he rejects it, sniggering, deriding the benefactor with an
obscene gesture. Difficult to convey the violence of the scene, which lasts for
half an hour. If they put the crutch next to him on the table, he knocks it off
with the back of his hand and waits for the next fall-guy to come along.
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The passers-by have varied reactions to the insult. They are stupefied -
some mortified, others almost embarrassed by this act of conventional
charity, all shocked by the merry cynicism with which he re-sets his trap,
awaiting his next victim.
When he has had enough, he picks up his crutch and wanders off
unconcerned. Where will he end the night? Was it a performance (a candid
camera stunt)? But no: he really looked like a refugee from the Threepenny
Opera and there was no air of modish provocation about him. His mockery
was much too straightforward and fierce. Participation assured, total con-
tempt.
A Bunuel-style act, an act of barbarous, calculated innocence. Calling
to mind that story of Dostoevsky telling Turgenev that he once raped a
little girl. 'Why are you telling me this?' asks Turgenev. 'Because I despise
you ...
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Once the analysis of causes is complete, everything is as it was: the pain,
the disillusionment, the desire ... In fact, causes are merely a diversion,
effects have not the slightest interest in them.
A recent documentary supposing that the first pictures taken on the
moon in 1969 were in reality filmed - by Stanley Kubrick - some time before
in a studio near London.
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Opprobrium rains down on the media: this is
morally unacceptable! You have no right to toy with reality in this way, espe-
cially now that it has become part of world heritage. An offence against
reality is worse than offending against public decency.
Yet that version, even if objectively false, is much closer to a truth than
if it were authentic. It keeps us alert to the truthfulness of all the 'facts' we
are presented with.
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It is entirely as though God had abandoned all responsibility for the
world he created, and which he is resolved now merely to watch as a dis-
gusted spectator.
He is, ultimately, no longer anything but the expression of our resigna-
tion at this unacceptable world.
Borges: 'Nazism suffers from unreality, like Erigena's hells. It is unin-
habitable; men can only die for it, lie for it, kill and wound for it. No one,
in the intimate depths of his being, can wish it to triumph. I shall hazard this
conjecture: Hitler wants to be defeated. Hitler is collaborating blindly with
the inevitable armies that will annihilate him .. .'13
This applies word for word to global, comfortable, imperial civilization.
In the central solitude of those very people who profit by it, it is unliveable.
And all are secretly won over to the forces that will destroy it.
At the Commission of Special Dispensations and Silence.
At the Bureau of Protests and Desires.
Isabelle arrives on the TV set with a deep plunging neckline to condemn
the prostitution of the female body in advertising and pornography. And why
not? There is no contradiction in a chienne de garde
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tive and sensual.
The hypocrisy is in the confusion of the iconic woman with the real one.
Isabelle, the chienne, with her transparent crepe de velours and her plunging
neckline, is very real, though she advances behind a veil. 15 It is only in unveil-
ing her ideology that she prostitutes herself.
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Astrophysicists, microphysicists, stop harassing matter and making it
confess to anything in the name of gratuitous hypotheses. Close your eyes to
the cosmos, in the same way as the anthropologists, seized with remorse,
have already done to the indigenous tribes lost for centuries in the depths of
the jungle.
For people of a certain age in this country, culture comes free of charge.
It is thought they are too old to misuse it.
The prostitution of the male body in fashion puts an end to the last
heroic privilege of woman - that of being sacrificed to the gaze while con-
cealing herself, precisely thereby, in a second nudity.
A fantastic advance by women on the path to total parity: no limits to
sexual equality any longer. You can see this too in the picture of the young
American woman turned torturer in the jails of Iraq, holding the naked or
hooded Arab on a leash, as in some Western, women-only club.
Advancement is irresistible. It happens for better and for worse.
Parallax. In astronomy: the difference between the real position of a star
and its apparent position, and the angle between the two. And hence also the
incidence of the change of position of the observer on the observation of an
object.
In photography: viewfinder parallax, the photographed image being
offset from the object in the viewfinder. The discrepancy is not purely a tech-
nical one. It is, for the object, a product of the very fact of being photo-
graphed.
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An object so uneven and unbalanced from inside that it cannot even
stand up against a wall. It has no vertical to the ground or centre of gravity.
So it thwarts all forms of stability.
I am speaking, of course, of a theoretical object.
Death is only ever that free future we dream of when we put off every-
thing and consign all things to their future occurrence.
Objectively, the world is an illusion: it can only appear to us. Subjective-
ly, it is the opposite: we regard it spontaneously as real.
But one may propose the opposite: subjectively, the world is an illusion
of our senses. Objectively, it has force of reality.
Asymptote, clinamen, parallax, metalepsis - these are dance patterns,
this is a whole non-linear geometry of theoretical space.
Patterns of near-contact and reversal, of approaching the truth without
ever succumbing to it.
The cultural greenhouse effect: the toxic cloud caused by emissions
from millions of museums, galleries, festivals, conferences and sympo-
siums is much more catastrophic than the disappearance of the ozone
layer. The asphyxia caused by the activity of thousands of creative brains
damages the quality of life more certainly than all the world's industrial
pollution.
And if no Tokyo Congress has yet managed to control technological
pollution, what body could put a brake on cultural nuisance?
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Language is expatriating itself into words that are afraid to mean any-
thing.
We can bear ideas and events only when laundered by commentary, like
the dirty money concealed by banking secrecy.
'In the heart and the belly it continues to sing its poisonous song - Better
to kill a child than to harbour unsatisfied desires within oneself' (Kenzaburo
Oe).
Ressentiment is an empty, useless passion only if it assumes a sentimen-
tal form.
What establishes the rule, and confirms it, is the exception. So we may
conceive of a rule made up only of exceptions (that, says Lichtenberg, is the
ideal rule).
But that is true only of moral and grammatical rules. There is no excep-
tion to the symbolic rule.
The tragedy of insomniacs is that they no longer even have the possibil-
ity of dreaming of reality - like S. J. Lec - or, therefore, of knowing the relief
of escaping from it by waking.
Someone who had slipped entirely from my memory turns up fifty years
later. It is like a line drawn between two lives, a shuttle movement of time's
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arrow. Everything in-between seems to have happened in the twinkling of an
eye.
According to a statistical study, fifty per cent of statistics are wrong. So,
if this statistic is itself fifty per cent wrong, does this mean that only twenty-
five per cent of statistics are wrong or that twenty-five per cent are correct?
This is how it is with calculations embedded within others and, more gener-
ally, with calculations of probability, from which all logical distinction has
disappeared.
There is something worse than being unmasked: not being unmasked.
Thus the crime will have kept on leaving clues, and illusion itself cannot
bear to remain illusion. It is constantly prostituting itself to the world and
actualizing itself in full view.
Thinking is as difficult as walking in the snow without leaving tracks.
Or else you have to go back over your tracks step by step, like the child in
The Shining, pursued by his father in the labyrinth of ice.
Political power exists only because we want absolutely none of it. And
the political sphere is there only to mask this defection on our part by a
trompe-/' oeil system of representation.
But life, such as it is, we want too. And force, potency. That too we
want, irresistibly. But perhaps less deeply than we want its opposite.
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Unconditional praise of life and happiness. Existenz uber alles!
This fierce optimism, this idealism, which sees the worst catastrophes,
the worst corruption as having a right to claim mitigating circumstances.
The critical spirit is not dead, contrary to the opinion of the Enlightenment
nostalgics. It has simply metabolized into all the ironic procedures, all the sar-
donic artifices in which we play, smugly, on our own incredulity. 'The Last
Man, talking to himself while shaking his head incredulously,' said Nietzsche.
Excess today, our contemporary 'hubris', is the excess of universal
hybridization -like the fluorescent rabbit that is a cross between a rabbit and
an octopus - and of making everything copulate with itself like the crepidula
fornicata.
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All this televisual conditioning: make-up, spotlights, image-feed, moni-
tors ... anguish. Never any silence, any slip-ups or sighs. You switch on your
tele-prompter and set yourself to automatic pilot. The studio lights and the
night in your head.
Exactly the opposite of the night hours when ideas are close to waking
dreams.
War means destroying the enemy's quality of light.
Who would come and sit next to you in a near-empty cinema, except
someone with criminal intent?
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Transsexuality: what was a psychotic hallucination has become one of
our human rights. Might it not rather be human rights that have become a
psychotic hallucination?
Silicon breasts, which never subside, even when horizontal.
Silicon thought, the sort that never gets flabby and that stands up on its

own In any context.
The lesson to be drawn from X's fatal fall after leaving a moronic show:
only go to shows where you would not mind dying immediately after seeing
them.
One cannot reasonably trust in the will, that 'rational' strategy that
works only one time in ten. One has, rather, to clear the decks around a deci-
sion, leave it hanging, then let oneself slide into it, as though being sucked in,
with no thought for causes and effects. To be willed by the decision itself; in
a sense, to give in to it. The decision then becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.
They estimate that it cost 25 million dollars to prepare the World Trade
Center attack. The budget for a future film of the same event is put at 250
million dollars.
Fiction is far more expensive than reality.
Choose: of all wars, the one that will not take place.
Of all possibilities, the least probable.
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Of all concepts, the most inconceivable.
Of all meditations, the most untimely.
Of all possible enemies, the one beneath all suspicion.
The noise of the paint cracking, at night, along the walls.
The silence of the dust, rippling and slithering from one wall to the next.
The cry of the mirror when the impact of the image strikes.
The language of the weather forecast is as rigged as that of politics.
Distilled panic, blackmailing with safety ... 'The elements are raging' (no,
it is the safety measures that are raging). 'The snow is late'!
Prevention, contraception, forceps, abortion, miscarriage, phantom
pregnancy, cloning and twinning - the paradigm of obstetrics and gynaecol-
ogy is present everywhere in current events.
Blanchot is dead and the homages are raining in.17
He will have lost his gamble of effacing effacement, and his proselytes
and commentators will, in the very glorification of silence, have missed a
fine opportunity to be silent. He could not have been unaware, himself,
that his self-effacement made him an object of insatiable curiosity (of an
ironic kind, of course!), a thwarted great game, the absolute snobbery of
absence.
Ultimately, though, Blanchot (like Duchamp) is the original and all the
rest is a joke. All this subtle, non-academic philosophy, imbued with his
ideas, all this philosophically correct philosophy of the unsaid, the forbidden
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and the inexpressible in the end merely reaps the dividends of an experience
of thought that is not its own.
Moreover, there is no need whatever to be a philosopher to play that
particular game (self-effacement). Everyone effaces himself but no one
speaks about it. The entire history of ordinary life is one of an effacement
much more radical than that of thought yearning to disappear.
Simple folk, the uneducated, the artless are the thought of Blanchot.
They have succeeded in effacing effacement. The philosophical exigency is
embodied in those who know nothing of it.
Being secondarily pessimistic - believing that the good always ends up
going bad. And secondarily optimistic - believing that the system is best
placed to put an end to itself.
After the three great revolutions - Galileo and the end of geocentrism,
Darwin and the theory of evolution, Freud and the 'discovery' of the
Unconscious - our contemporary revolution is that of the virtual and of
information technology, and it distances man increasingly from sovereignty
over the natural world, of which he was the centre in the days when the earth
did not yet revolve around the sun, in the days when he was not yet
descended from the apes. He is becoming increasingly eccentric today - a
peripheral, artificial extension of his own model.
The modern form of negative theology: reality can be defined only by
what it is not, and what it is not is precisely the world as it is, which is not
in any sense the real world.
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There are many ways of being witty and intelligent - almost as many as
of not being, They are often the same.
Like free electrons on the planet of the apes, with a time window on to
a parallel universe.
The only solution to the mechanization of man is Ie devenir-machine:
becoming-machine. Warhol had seen this. He was the apotheosis of the
machinic: total automatism, all trace of the human gone.
The dream of the virtual era, by contrast, is to wrest the machine from
machinicity, to make it intelligent and soulful, 'interactive', to turn it into an
associate 'anthropoid' with the same affective and intellectual, sexual and
reproductive functions - and, lastly, the same viruses and melancholia.
Beyond a certain speed, a body no longer seems to be propelled, but
rather sucked along by the void. A fine metaphor for desire and seduction:
desire is a drive, seduction is a strange attraction.
The trout ascending the waterfall does not do so by sheer effort. It does
not battle against the flow. The water hurtling down in free fall creates, at
the heart of the swirling waters, a suction pulling in the opposite direction.
The trout seeks out this ascending flow and lets itself be carried upwards.
Intertwined spiral of life and death - much more difficult to decipher
than the spiral of DNA.
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'In short, gentlemen, we are all hermaphrodites, divided animals, as
much in our being as in our knowledge and our principles' (Siegfried Lenz).
In the cinema studios in Vancouver, it is specified contractually that no
one must look the stars in the eyes, 'for fear of disturbing them or breaking
their concentration'.
The most perfect synthesis of theory and practice is the vanishing of
thought into the actual course of the world.
'These thoughtless men who love life and do not see that their mistress
cheats on them every day with death' (Schnitzler).
All these dreams of helplessness, distress, of forking paths, of being
locked up miles from anywhere, all these confused, indescribable episodes,
are expressions of the fact that one is coming close to a secret zone, an
impassable line - not at all, as the conventional interpretation has it, the bar
of repression, but something more subtle of which we are the repressed.
Right across the species, everything must be stored away and put under
seal - including the famous genome - doubtless for the use of a later race,
who will exploit it as fossil material. We shall ourselves, by the combined
pressure of the mass of computer data and the continental drift, be trans-
formed into a metamorphic deposit (the Unconscious already seems like a
psychical residue of the Carboniferous). Right now, one has the impression
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the human race is merely turning in on itself and its origins, desperately gath-
ering together its distress flares and dematerializing to transform itself into
a message.
But a message to whom?
Everyone is looking for a safe area, some form of permanent plot that
can eclipse existence as a primary abode and protect us from death.
The unfortunate thing is there aren't even any plots held in perpetuity
in the cemeteries any more.
Double blindness: deluding oneself with the hope that Le Pen will
disappear - in the illusory belief of recovering an elusive democracy - and
not seeing that Le Pen is, in himself, of no importance.
Yet the problem he poses is all the more important for that. For, if it is
true that he represents nothing (he is not alone in that!), he thereby person-
ifies all those who no longer even have the idea of being represented, who
can no longer even imagine any kind of political order whatever.
Now, there can no longer be any question of 'refounding politics' on
those ruins, those vestiges of representation. We must go to the very end of
politics, even in its most regrettable consequences for 'the social order'. The
political class, both Left and Right, is incapable of doing this - incapable of
managing the accursed share that is at the heart of the social.
The truth is that the only current political message comes from beyond
the political sphere, whoever the messenger.
To be operational, you have to have put all useless complexity out of
action. You have to have determinedly simplified your mental functioning. It
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is in this way that you respond best to an environment that is itself simplified
and operational, where the mirror has been turned into a phase, pleasure into
a principle and death into a drive.
After centuries of veiled seduction and concealment of the body, the
overexposure of sex and nudity merely gives the illusion there was a secret
there and it has been unmasked.
It is like truth, which one deludes oneself one discovers, whereas it is
thought itself that produces truth as its justificatory horizon.
He who has everything will keep what he has. From him who has
nothing, even that will be taken away.
Philosophy leads to death, sociology leads to suicide.
Shrivelled anus, short-windedness, limp member, short-sightedness,
angioplastied ventricle, urethral polyps - but a clear, hard head.
Best joke of the Iraq war: it wasn't Saddam's statue they knocked down,
but his double's! It wasn't the war that was won either, but the ghost of a
war. Saddam disappears behind his many doubles - the war disappears
behind the signs of war.
The car transforms everyone into a potential delinquent, but at the same
time into a potential cop. The car awakens in each of us the slumbering killer
and the sleeping policeman.
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The worst thing is when each citizen begins to be his own policeman. If
there are vigilantes, surely it's to rid us of vigilance?
2001: A Species Odyssey
The absurdity of all these paleontological productions in which every-
thing is directed towards man as the goal. A chimpanzee always lOoks as
though it's an extra in an animal costume (it is, in fact, here a man dressed
up as an anthropoid). As Napoleon showed through beneath Bonaparte, so
Homo sapiens showed through beneath the coelacanth. And our successive
ancestors have, ultimately, no other quality than having played their part in
our definitive advent. Whilst, with Darwinian theory, man found himself
annexed to animality, in this restitution, by contrast, the entire animal chain
finds itself annexed to the human by a kind of reverse evolutionism.
Reconquest of the origins of man in the light of his ultimate domination.
The illusion still holds for the most distant forms, for animals are increas-
ingly fascinating as one plunges into the immemorial past: like the dinosaurs
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they tip over into pure mythology. Things go wrong when, over time, the saga
becomes a 'realist' animation, a soap opera in which the racism of the victors
shines out retrospectively. As, for example, in the marvellous enCOunter in
which the hairy Neanderthal primate is overwhelmed by the Cro-Magnon
showgirls who, make-up and all, already have the Hollywoodian features of
the higher race.
'But you're not free to prefer an inferior cultural stage. Every culture
has to keep pace with the general trend,' says the Empire's emissary to the
dissidents of Williamson's world (Philip K. Dick).18 And he is indeed right
to destroy this civilization, which has chosen to develop as a craft-based
society rather than conform to the technical norms of the global order. For
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the slightest exception, even inoffensive, is a heresy and a mortal threat to
the whole. Once the system has applied that law to itself, it cannot but
impose it on the others.
One exception: the tribe in the Philippines that the anthropologists
decided not to study so as not to alter its structure. A relinquishment of the
right to draw up the universal inventory, but one that in no way challenges
the privilege of the dominant culture: the natives will live in a state of artifi-
cial survival from now on within the museum-like frame of universal culture.
They will serve as living fossils.
Cloning must be sacrilege to the doctrines of metempsychosis, as it
interrupts the sequence of reincarnations and the migration of souls. But it
is also sacrilegious where the laws of evolution are concerned, since it is tan-
tamount to an unlimited perpetuation of the species.
In the body, a will to help begins to form. It is the body that chooses,
among the innumerable pathogenic elements at its disposal, the illness that
will purify you by diet and fever.
The inaugural artwork on the square in front of the Basel Art Fair: a
mirror cube, in the middle of which a man is defecating. It's a two-way
mirror. He can see the people around him, but they can't see him. The oppo-
site of the peep-show: the exhibitionist hides from view and it's the specta-
tors who are watched. The perfect image of contemporary art.
You want to turn the situation around, as is always the case with
looking. You want to look intensely from outside, and hence without seeing,
at the centre of the cube, where the defecator is sitting. He would see you
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watching him and, while knowing you can't see him, I'm sure he could not
bear that gaze.
The same potential for turning things round in a peep-show. If the girl
set about staring at the voyeur through the window, he is the one who would
suddenly feel undressed.
In Arthur C. Clarke's short story, the stars go out one by one as soon as
all the names of God are counted. Isn't this the same operation of digitiza-
tion of the universe that the whole world's computers have undertaken, this
time on their own account, with no regard for God? And must we not expect
to see the same extinction of the world at the end of this integral calculus of
reality?
Leucate. New homily on the Covenant.
First act: Moses sprinkles his people with the blood of three young bulls.
Then, at the Passover, Christ says to the Jews: 'Eat, this is my body.
Drink, this is my blood'! (The Jews are taken aback by this: we are not can-
nibals! )
Lastly, to crown the triptych, it is Christ who sacrifices himself.
But, according to the good cure, we should not believe this sacrifice frees
us from original sin (yet that is what the worshippers secretly believe).
Silent, rural horror of those same worshippers (who stand up, sing and
cross themselves like mechanical birds) at the mention of the sacramental.
The idea that the Mass is a sacrament in which the Lord's sacrifice is
renewed is like water off a duck's back to them. They come every Sunday to
absolve themselves of their everyday existence, and that is the whole of their
liturgy.
As for the cure, I've never seen him succumb to routine. He even seems
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at one point to take himself for Moses, when lamenting that holy water has
been substituted for bulls' blood.
The Christ of Lagrasse: lascivious death throes.
When you have spent a day in Weimar, you really can say you have spent
a day in Weimar. And that isn't the case in any old town. Here time really
unfolds, no one second being in any hurry to get ahead of another.
Moreover, you are protected by a chorus of tutelary divinities (Goethe,
Luther, Nietzsche and the others), which lend each minute an eternal dimen-

SlOn.
You dream of Wolfgang sending Charlotte the lover's message of a
lighted candle from across the town, and Friedrich sending that of the
Eternal Return.
Here, becoming is itself stilled.
The obsessive dividing up of time: the infinitesimal splitting that enables
Achilles never to reach the tortoise - and hence to dodge any final term, includ-
ing that of death. The more imminent it is, the more the intervening period of
time is subdivided. There is still one day, one hour, one minute, one second.
Each second passes, but the next one is never certain. Time tightens and con-
denses to the point where it no longer lets time pass. A substance so intense,
so dense, that the future will not be able to pass through it. A well-counted
hour will go on being counted out forever. In the film of time, this is the insane
hope of a freeze-frame. And our passion for artificial image techniques no
doubt derives from the fact that we can suspend the image, reverse its course
or speed it up. We dream of doing the same with time (and with dreams too).
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It is the same with endings as it is with death - the dream is never to
arrive at them, and simultaneously to pass beyond.
'Each of the moments separating me from the ordeal seemed infinitely
divisible - the particle of time to come being always the one that would
enable me at last to face reality and concentrate' (Updike).
Another miracle of division: given that life expectancy is constantly
increasing, we gain time against the final reckoning as we go on. Thanks to
the indefinite interval involved, and applying the paradox of Achilles and the
tortoise, we shall never catch up with death.
We have become virtually immortal.
Every day we lose three minutes of sunshine, but at the same time a frac-
tion of our existences and our responsibility. Yet each day characterized by
a diminution of responsibility is a red-letter day.
How things change: the South African cactus used by the Bantu in their
desert to fend off hunger and thirst has nowadays become a miracle obesity
cure in the USA.
The man buried with his uranium battery digital watch.
This way he will know in death precisely what time
thousandth of a second.
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In that labyrinth of sign age that is an airport, modern man rediscovers
the anxiety of prehistoric man in the jungle.
Not understanding out of impatience to understand, out of a rushing
towards meaning - like stammerers with words. Out of a rushing towards
the other, whose presence clouds the issue - it is the same turmoil as when
one is photographing a living creature.
Being equal to the circumstances is difficult when the circumstances are
at their lowest point.
But they are never up to the mark.
The two Siamese twin sisters, joined at the cranium, but with two sep-
arate brains and hence two distinct wills. For twenty-three years they were
never able to look each other in the eye. They died after the operation.
For attempting to have sexual relations with an elephant, Tram Chung
Song, who had said in his defence that the elephant had suddenly seemed to
him like a reincarnation of his wife, was taken at his word by the judges and
sentenced to seventeen years' imprisonment - the usual sentence for marital
rape.
The subject who takes himself for what he is is mad. But if he senses that
he is not really what he is, then he can use that identification as a mask. This
is the way it is with truth too: if you claim to possess it, you are mad. But if
you know it doesn't exist, then you can make use of all the signs of truth.
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'Versuchen wir den Spiegel zu betrachten, so entdecken wir endlich
nichts als die Dinge auf ihn. Wollen wir die Dinge fassen, so kommen wir
zuletzt wieder auf nichts als auf den Spiegel. Das ist die allgemeine
Geschichte der Erkenntnis' (Nietzsche, Morgenrote).
'When we try to examine the mirror in itself we discover in the end
nothing but things upon it. If we want to grasp the things we finally get hold
of nothing but the mirror. - This, in the most general terms, is the history of
knowledge.'19
'Whoever has a will of their own to invest in things will not be mastered
by things; in the end, even chance events arrange themselves to meet our most
personal needs. I am often surprised to see how little power even what is
seemingly the most unfavourable destiny has over a will! Or, rather, I say to
myself: how necessary it is for the will itself to be a destiny for it always to
get the better of destiny itself' (Nietzsche).
Only metaphysical passion can compete with seduction. The one fights
against the illusion of an objective reality, the other against the subjective
illusion of desire.
The worst thing being to turn desire into a reality.
To consider everything from its dead angle, its blind spot: the place acci-
dents come from.
The cyclists you pass in the forest do not respond to your gestures of
friendship. The reason is that, in addition to being a cyclist, you have to look
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like one, you have to give off the signs of cycleity (0, Roland!): the helmet,
the mask, the fluorescent cycling gear, the low-slung body position. Shame
on those who give off only the signs of tiredness. But doubtless they don't
even see you - being overtaken, as they ride, by rigor mortis and pedalling
all the more stubbornly for it.
Exactly as the stars in the sky in Arthur C. Clarke's story, so the stars in
one's brain go out one by one, once all the data have been stored. But perhaps
this descent into the zone of silence and catalepsy is a defensive reaction
against the excess of an artificial memory?
The Other should be a glorious, not a pitiful Other, an object of admi-
ration not of commiseration, the object of a challenge, not that interactive,
democratic Other which is not even really your equal.
The Other exists more intensely in the dual relation, in rivalry and chal-
lenge, than in interaction, conviviality and cosy multiculturalism.
Two lovers wish to give each other a present. But neither can afford to.
She sacrifices her splendid head of brown hair to give him a platinum watch-
strap. And he chooses to sell his watch to give her a box of tortoise-shell
combs for her hair.
Isn't the heatwave a form of insurrection on the part of the climate
itself? It can no longer bear being meteorologized, any more than the ele-
ments can bear being martyred or animals being industrialized or human life
itself being programmed and normalized. Hence the revenge of bird 'flu, mad
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cow disease, extreme climatic effects and of human existence pushed to its
limits. The aged themselves are finding a way of taking their revenge by using
their deaths as a politically destabilizing factor - the only event of an unspec-
tacular summer.20
Fowl pest, mad cow disease, SARS, the New York blackout, the oil
slick, the heatwave - so many abnormal events, so many 'terrorist' phenom-
ena.
It is order itself that forces us to conceive terrorism as something unlim-
ited, since any infringement of order is condemned as such. Even natural con-
vulsions and catastrophes are 'terrorist' in nature. What was merely a
physical phenomenon has become a violation of the global order.
Against the advice of doctors, the governor refuses to allow an incur-
ably ill man to be put out of his misery. This is the other face of capital pun-
ishment. One day we shall have to fight for the abolition of the life penalty,
as we did in the past for the abolition of the death penalty.
Shadows have always preceded us, and they will outlive us. We were
dead before we were alive, and we shall be again.
Glory and Performance.
Seen from America and by American intellectuals (Susan Sontag), the
denial of reality in European cultures, and particularly in French theory, is
merely 'metaphysical' pique at no longer being master of that reality, and
the - at once arrogant and ironic - manifestation of that powerlessness.
And this is no doubt true. But the converse is also true: is not the bias
towards reality among Americans, their 'affirmative thinking', the naOive and
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ideological expression of the fact that they have, by their power, a monop-
oly of reality?
We do, admittedly, live with a ridiculous nostalgia for glory (the glory
of history and culture), but they live with the ridiculous illusion of perfor-
mance.
Intense interest in deepening the individual mystery of the other - any
other, as it happens; in this sense, all are equally strange. Our secret is merely
an open one.
At the bedside of dying reality, consciousness is merely the Extreme
Unction, the last of the palliative sacraments.
If the whole world becomes Western, where will the sun rise?
The silence underfoot, on the soft earth, after yesterday's rain. The
clouds scudding away with the north wind and, far above, the still sky, the
long stratospheric clouds. A horizon of phantom windmills with white ten-
tacles. The tiny black butterflies to the sides of the path have disappeared.
Just the ants still there, in their prodigiously useless bustle. The wind
strengthens, as though blowing from all directions at once. When it stops,
here where it never stops, the stillness is preternatural.
Freed even from the obligation of having to go down to the sea. The
whole day is spent at the same place. Evening falls, the hawkmoths settle on
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the marvels-of-Peru. The full moon rises. Hypostatic light. The hills pale in
the moonlight and the silence causes space to falter.
From Copernicus to Galileo - from intuition to objectivity. Today a new
division is occurring: decline of objectivity, redistribution of truth. And we
come back to the starting point: the pure light of the gaze. But it is no longer
the light of a human consciousness, the natural light of knowledge, but the
light of the screen and numerical calculation.
Rediscovery of the beauties of the provinces - Compiegne, for example,
on the occasion of Prosper Merimee's bicentenary ('its forest, its chateau, its
theatre'). With, as ever, the very Parisian colonial ethnocentrism. How did
those people manage to live before they were discovered? As it was with the
Indians: could it be that they had a soul without having heard the word of
Christ?
The champions of the digital adopt an absurd line of argument
(absurd in the sense of Freud's story of the kettle): 1. It is a revolution, an
absolute advance. 2. At any rate, we have no choice, the process is irrever-
sible.
But it must be one or the other: if it is inevitable, there's no point repre-
senting it as an ideal dimension. And if it's destined to win out, there's no
point claiming it is best.
Any form of irony or offhandedness about one's own ideas is wound-
ing to one's interlocutor.
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If one resolves to be what one is, origins, filiation and all traces in
general seem an undesirable supplement.
NaIve, captive, subliminal duplicity. Whatever happens, the double -
that internalized otherness - dissociates itself from one's official being. In the
face of this internal division, how is it with the unity of the real world?
The distance of the child from those who see him as innocent, the
wicked delight that takes root in the form of cunning, the innate sense of
having his own preserve, which will never leave him, even if he becomes a
civilized being. 'The point at which the intuition forms in the child that other
people exist who think differently is the point at which he learns to lie.'
Later on, he will perfect that duplicity by learning to lie to himself.
Everything is competing to show its good will. Things tend irresistibly
towards perfection, effusiveness, reconciliation. Fortunately, nothing is ever
perfect, thanks to Dostoevsky's 'unspeakable little demon ... that evil spirit
that prompts to murder and scorn.'
Everything tends irresistibly towards transparency. However, there
remains a glimmer of secrecy - a clandestine dust-breeding that is mostly
useless, an umbilical mirage, insider trading, but secret all the same.
Where America is concerned, we more or less harbour the illusion that
everything that is thought over here becomes a reality over there: not just the
achieved utopia of technology and happiness, but the utopia of theory
become reality.
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All this is based on a massive misunderstanding: theory is not made to
be realized. Its effectuation is also its death. But this accomplishment allows
us to glimpse what might well be an obscure desire on the part of thought:
that of losing itself in its effects, of abolishing itself in a reality that transfig-
ures or disfigures it.
This is doubtless what has happened between America and European
thought: a great two-handed game, a dual relationship without absolute
primacy of one party or the other - the supremacy of French thought is a
mirage, even if it has lasted for a whole generation.
All in all, we might be said to have witnessed a 'becoming-phenomenon'
of ideas, but in a non-Hegelian sense: not by a sublation of Spirit, but in the
sense of an irrevocable derision and degradation.
And yet this ordeal has to take place: thought has to be confronted
with its actualization, for better and for worse. In this sense, we can say
that this confrontation of thought with its own actualized object - with
which, in the guise of the real, it cannot at all reconcile itself - has consti-
tuted an event.
Narcissism isn't what it was. It was at the mirror stage, the stage of
seduction. Today it is at the screen stage, the stage of 'self-processing'.
It isn't enough now to be an object of desire for oneself. You have to be
an object of manipulation and performance.
The despair of women, to whom men no longer offer even the oppor-
tunity of verifying their powers of seduction. Corresponding despair of men
at the women who no longer even have the desire to be seduced and who
now envisage only the sexual disposal of their bodies.
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While the flesh-and-blood lecturer is speaking, his double looms up
behind him on a giant screen, and his words spool out like a cartoon speech
bubble.
Where do the concepts and figures of analysis come from? Are they not
purely and simply the metaphysical expression of a set of character traits, of
an unfitness for reality and a fitness only for illusion and disillusion? Denial
of reality, duplicity and intelligence of evil, ellipsis of the will and fatal strat-
egies - might these things not all be faked? But isn't it a success to be one
more spiral in the simulation?
Womankind as irreparable accident of nature (Aristotle) or as the irony
in the life of the community (Hegel).21 Following out a counter-genealogy of
man and woman, one might arrive at a negative destiny of man, forever
loaded down with the curse of power, and at an opposite choice on the part
of women to be nothing, a fleshly absence, a form of flesh and blood disap-
pearance - a force far superior to the political, mental power of domination.
The power of women derives from the fact that they hold the gates of
the void and cede entry to men only in accordance with certain rules and at
their own risk. The woman who renounces this specific quality to become a
'true being', an authentic being, an 'hre-pour-jouir', at the same time loses
the benefit of this suprasensual power.
All power is obsessed by that which denies it, by that which does not
miss it and whose dreams it does not haunt. The male by the female, for
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example. But if women were to begin to dream of a visible force, then men
would cease to be obsessed with them and would in turn lose interest in fem-
ininity. If women began to dream of power, then femininity would revert to
the men who knew how to lose interest in power.
Now, the whole of our current masquerade illustrates this trap set for
the female by the male. Trapping women with the taste for power and
authority, making them responsible, masculinizing them, in the same way as
white people are forever whitening black people and decking them out in the
whiteness of the universal.
In this historical to-ing and fro-ing between dominant and dominated,
it is even to be feared that black people will become whiter than the white,
and women more masculine than men.
Man is obsessed with woman (this does not seem to be mutual).
Possession does not set him free from obsession. Above and beyond jouis-
sance, his obsession with her remains. It is an obsession with something
like an eternally feminine prior state, an idea or fleshly form which was
there before you and will outlive you. All other obsessions refer back to
this one.
It is fuelled by the secret desire to wrest from woman more than she
gives you or has ever given you, to wrest from her her femininity itself.
Woman-as-object is the purest expression of this obsession, since it is the
object that is ungraspable. And it is in becoming-object that woman puts
herself out of reach, and becomes the horizon of the obsessional desire.
Just as it would be necessary to remove many other veils to wrest from
women the secret of their power, so it would take many other tortures to
wrest from men the secret underlying their unafraidness of death.
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While the flesh-and-blood lecturer is speaking, his double looms up
behind him on a giant screen, and his words spool out like a cartoon speech
bubble.
Where do the concepts and figures of analysis come from? Are they not
purely and simply the metaphysical expression of a set of character traits, of
an unfitness for reality and a fitness only for illusion and disillusion? Denial
of reality, duplicity and intelligence of evil, ellipsis of the will and fatal strat-
egies - might these things not all be faked? But isn't it a success to be one
more spiral in the simulation?
Womankind as irreparable accident of nature (Aristotle) or as the irony
in the life of the community (Hege1).21 Following out a counter-genealogy of
man and woman, one might arrive at a negative destiny of man, forever
loaded down with the curse of power, and at an opposite choice on the part
of women to be nothing, a fleshly absence, a form of flesh and blood disap-
pearance - a force far superior to the political, mental power of domination.
The power of women derives from the fact that they hold the gates of
the void and cede entry to men only in accordance with certain rules and at
their Own risk. The woman who renounces this specific quality to become a
'true being', an authentic being, an 'etre-pour-jouir', at the same time loses
the benefit of this suprasensual power.
All power is obsessed by that which denies it, by that which does not
miss it and whose dreams it does not haunt. The male by the female, for
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While the flesh-and-blood lecturer is speaking, his double looms up
behind him on a giant screen, and his words spool out like a cartoon speech
bubble.
Where do the concepts and figures of analysis come from? Are they not
purely and simply the metaphysical expression of a set of character traits, of
an unfitness for reality and a fitness only for illusion and disillusion? Denial
of reality, duplicity and intelligence of evil, ellipsis of the will and fatal strat-
egies - might these things not all be faked? But isn't it a success to be one
more spiral in the simulation?
Womankind as irreparable accident of nature (Aristotle) or as the irony
in the life of the community (Hegel).21 Following out a counter-genealogy of
man and woman, one might arrive at a negative destiny of man, forever
loaded down with the curse of power, and at an opposite choice on the part
of women to be nothing, a fleshly absence, a form of flesh and blood disap-
pearance - a force far superior to the political, mental power of domination.
The power of women derives from the fact that they hold the gates of
the void and cede entry to men only in accordance with certain rules and at
their own risk. The woman who renounces this specific quality to become a
'true being', an authentic being, an 'etre-pour-jouir', at the same time loses
the benefit of this suprasensual power.
All power is obsessed by that which denies it, by that which does not
miss it and whose dreams it does not haunt. The male by the female, for
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example. But if women were to begin to dream of a visible force, then men
would cease to be obsessed with them and would in turn lose interest in fem-
ininity. If women began to dream of power, then femininity would revert to
the men who knew how to lose interest in power.
Now, the whole of our current masquerade illustrates this trap set for
the female by the male. Trapping women with the taste for power and
authority, making them responsible, masculinizing them, in the same way as
white people are forever whitening black people and decking them out in the
whiteness of the universal.
In this historical to-ing and fro-ing between dominant and dominated,
it is even to be feared that black people will become whiter than the white,
and women more masculine than men.
Man is obsessed with woman (this does not seem to be mutual).
Possession does not set him free from obsession. Above and beyond jouis-
sance, his obsession with her remains. It is an obsession with something
like an eternally feminine prior state, an idea or fleshly form which was
there before you and will outlive you. All other obsessions refer back to
this one.
It is fuelled by the secret desire to wrest from woman more than she
gives you or has ever given you, to wrest from her her femininity itself.
Woman-as-object is the purest expression of this obsession, since it is the
object that is ungraspable. And it is in becoming-object that woman puts
herself out of reach, and becomes the horizon of the obsessional desire.
Just as it would be necessary to remove many other veils to wrest from
women the secret of their power, so it would take many other tortures to
wrest from men the secret underlying their unafraidness of death.
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As for knowledge, its source must lie in a stronger motive than that of
the will, stronger even than inspiration or one's own particular genius - it
must lie in some profound challenge to oneself. Knowledge is a matter of
honour, like seduction. And it is astonishing that we so make it a point of
honour to seduce and yet do not set anything like the same store by the
demand for lucidity. For the two passions are inseparable.
Speech always begins with stammering. Acts and action always begin
with trembling. There is no continuum of the will. It acts on the body by fits
and starts (stossweise) and is the product of an interval, a rapid alternation,
between tension and release: to act is to produce a difference - even a slight
one - between you and yourself. If you eliminate the intervals, tetany ensues:
you shake all over.
Dysphylaxia (Primo Levi): disappearance, under the effect of hyposte-
rone, of all the immune barriers of race, species and sex. The grandmother
fertilized by larch pollen whose hair falls out in autumn and grows back in
spring. Exactly the phantasm of current technology: a monstrous transfu-
sion, a universe of chimerical manipulations. The opposite of the play of
metamorphosis.
Archimedes' viewpoint: 'give me but one firm spot on which to stand,
and I will move the earth.' Today: 'give me one single piece of exact infor-
mation, a single absolute, real fact and I will transform the world.' But in the
virtual universe of information, as elsewhere in each of our random exis-
tences, that point of absolute gravity is nowhere to be found.
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The less you manage to give names to the various faces, the more they
come to resemble each other, the more they gesture to one another from afar

In your memory.
Of the veil or unveiling, which is the most alienating, the most humili-
ating, the most insulting? The immense hypocrisy of all those who denounce
the veil, but are quite at ease with universal pornography. In any event, the
question goes far beyond the veil and the female condition. At issue is a
culture of obscenity that cannot but tear away all veils - according to the
imperative of transparency. At issue is the profound jealousy of a ragged
culture at all the ceremonial cultures - those cultures whose signs enwrap
them, whereas our culture is laid bare by its signs themselves.
This is merely the beginning of a general de-signification, in which all
distinctive marks will become anathema, suspect of masking or even, quite
simply, signifying something, and hence potentially terroristic. At the end
of the process all that will be left will be lightweight, inoffensive signs -
advertising signs or marks of the disembodied fanaticism of fashion.
That, no doubt, is where the story of the veil will end.
A mirror in which, when you look at yourself, you would see your face
emerge only gradually, in ghostly fashion, as from the light-sensitive film of
a Polaroid.
In nuclear reactions, in fission or fusion, it is the energy of the splitting
of matter that is recovered in the form of heat. In the social and psychologi-
cal spheres, it is the energy of unbinding, of the fracturing of the symbolic that
is recovered in the form of 'conviviality', 'interaction' and 'human warmth'.
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In the mirror of representation, as in the rear-view mirrors of cars,
objects remain at a distance. If you pass through the mirror, they get danger-
ously close. 'Objects in this mirror may be closer than they appear.'22
The photographic lens captures objects beyond representation: 'what
they look like as photographed', 'tels qu'en eux-memes fa prise de vue fes
change.'23
With digital photography, objects are no longer even wrested from rep-
resentation - they are not photographed, they are pictographed.
In a Chinese film, a man is responsible for the death of a child, his
friend's son. He attempts, first of all, to make amends for the death with
money. The father is prepared to accept it, but the mother rejects it. She
wants vengeance: the man owes her a life in exchange. He then sees no solu-
tion but to die. But the mother denies him that too easy solution, the suicide
that would unbind him forever. He must, then, renounce dying. Only on
these terms is the mother reconciled to him.
Those politicians who try to slip a bit of power to the 'intellectuals'
(missions, commissions, etc.) - on the one hand, to prove to themselves that
they have some, but, above all, so as to leave no one outside the field of
power. 'If I knew that there still are on this earth some men without any
power I would say that nothing is lost' (Canetti).
As Nerval says of hours, so it is with books: it is already the next one,
it is still the last one, and it is always the only one.
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I have mothballed my coat of lights, that of the desert casinos. From
now on, I live in my crystal ball.
Analytic distance fades with use. Critical distance becomes the metasta-
sis pure and simple of the reality it is analysing, which has itself become crit-
ical by capillary action and permeable to the worst of things. Positive and
negative are in league like charity and cruelty, like violence and compassion.
Criticism then provides a balancing function for the system, or serves to
regulate the transit, like those capsules you take to offset the side-effects. Or
else, like consciousness in general, it fulfils the function of palliative care.
This comfortable, democratic, cultivated mode of life, the mode of
welfare and affluence, is something we have shared for a long time inno-
cently, without bad conscience, on the assumption that we were the search
engine for the future happiness of the planet. This illusion is no longer pos-
sible today; discrimination and a global divide seem entrenched for good,
and we can no longer live this lifestyle as part of a symbolic division. We now
hold it only in usufruct and as annuity, and we live locked in a fortress whose
only thought is to protect itself from the rest of the world.
However, the failure of this universal perspective is shared and the
despair is the same on both sides of the global divide - among the richer than
rich and the poorer than poor.
A poetic film: Pleasantville.
Passing through the TV screen and emerging into an entirely sanitized
American small town, wholly in black and white, and seeing it turn to colour
as passion progressively exerted its effect. Seeing fire, rain, sex and violence
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resurface little by little - everything which, by its absence, characterized the
translucent, achromatic hell of that ideal, virtual town.
One very fine scene is when the mother, who has secretly become
involved in an adulterous love affair, illegally colours up and her son makes
her up in black and white so that she can appear in public. One is reminded
of the Japanese tattoo on the woman's thigh that is invisible ordinarily and
shows up only with sexual excitement. One of the finest metaphors for the
Unconscious.
The lack of distinction between the real and the virtual is the obsession
of our age. Everything in our current affairs attests to this, not to mention
the big cinematic productions: The Truman Show, Total Recall, Existenz,
Matrix, etc.
This question has always been there behind literature and philosophy,
but it has been present metaphorically, as it were, implicitly, through the filter
of discourse. The 'encoding/decoding' of reality was done by discourse, that
is to say, by a highly complex medium, never leaving room for a head-on
truth.
The encoding/decoding of our reality is done by technology. Only what
is produced by this technical effect acquires visible reality. And it does so at
the cost of a simplification that no longer has anything to do with language
or with the slightest ambivalence and which, therefore, puts an end to this
subtle lack of distinction between the real and the virtual, as subtle as the
lack of distinction between good and evil. Through special effects, everything
acquires an operational self-evidence, a spectacular reality that is, properly
speaking, the reign of simulation. What the directors of these films have not
realized (any more than the simulationist artists of New York in the eighties)
is that simulation is a hypothesis, a game that turns reality itself into one
eventuality among others.
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On Ballard: 'It is no longer to fabricate the unreal from the real, the
imaginary from the givens of the real. The process will, rather, be the oppo-
site: it will be to put decentred situations, models of simulation in place and
to contrive to give them the feeling of the real ... to reinvent the real as
fiction. '24
Artificial intelligence is an asexual activity, in which the body is only
there, as Turing says, to give the 'intelligence' something to occupy itself
with.
The spiritual practice of evil- sin, destiny, punishment, death - is over.
The spiritual practice of crime is over. We are now in the political
economy of misfortune.
If it turns out that the coming of global power and the frantic race to
totalize the world have no more meaning than the economic sphere taken
overall, and all this is more a mad whirl than a rational development, isn't
that another novel form of disappearance?
From an aesthetic point of view, I would propose burying wind turbines
underground, as they do with high-voltage power lines.
Deep in the Brazilian forest, Alexander von Humboldt encountered a
parrot that alone knew a few words of the language of a tribe entirely
destroyed by smallpox.
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If the world is what it is, where does the illusion of appearances come
from? Whence the obsession with truth? And whence transcendence?
God is still part of the illusion of the world. But that illusion is an illu-
sion only for consciousness, that is to say, relative to a hypothetical, indeci-
pherable entity. It's an endless whirligig. In these conditions, it's no use trying
to think you are God. That is to wish, like Miinchhausen, to wrest yourself
from illusion by pulling yourself up by the hair.
Thought is augural, unfinished. When it can be verified absolutely, it
moves to the reflex stage, the animal stage. This is more or less what Kojeve
was hinting at when he spoke of the involution of modern (American) civil-
ization towards the animal stage, that of a functional response and an auto-
matic extraversion of all behaviours.
This is akin to the hypothesis that the human being is merely a prema-
ture ape. If he evolved towards a finished state, he would become an ape. It
is the same with thought: if it evolved to a finished stage, it would become
simian, being no longer anything but a parody, an ornamental variant of
reality instead of being its parabolic mirror.
The weakness of many novels and films can be seen in the fact that one
is forced to interpret them ironically to find any depth in them (mise en
abyme is an effect of the same kind).
One is everywhere trapped between a literal and an ironic reading. A
more or less conscious calculation that aims to disorientate any value judge-
ment. It is particularly flagrant in the field of art, where this studied vague-
ness as to how a work is to be read has supplanted illusion and aesthetic
judgement.
Deep down, however, it is reality itself that has become so banal and
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insignificant that it has induced us into an ironic reading. It has become so
homogenized that it breaks off from itself into a parallel reality. It is out of
nostalgia that we embed it in another order: in the face of this insignificance,
we are forced to hypothesize a more subtle realm beyond, a dimension
beyond our grasp. A critical masochism by which all the speculative arts have
found success.
Tomorrow's Eve (Villiers de l'lsle-Adam). What invention, what rich-
ness of language! In those days they were not afraid of language. We are
afraid of language since we have been told about the signifier and all that.
The signifier has introduced terror into language. 'The Unconscious struc-
tured like a language' - nothing has wreaked such havoc as this kind of prop-
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osltlon.
There is a fantastic moment in Tomorrow's Eve (Villiers de l'lsle-Adam):
the passage with Edison and his phonograph. Edison is complaining that this
marvellous technique has been invented (by him) at a point when there is no
longer anything worthwhile to record. 'If only I could have recorded Christ's
sighs and the sound of the trumpets of Jericho!'25 At bottom, however, he
tells himself, those trumpets and the din they made were meaningful only to
the actors in the drama, to those who heard them, and perhaps even just to
the walls themselves, since they were the principal parties concerned.
Conclusion: if every sound has meaning only through the person
affected by it, if every word exists only through the person to whom it speaks
(we might add: if every image has meaning only through the person who sees
it), everything that could have been stored and transferred by the phono-
graph since the dawn of time would merely be dead records, belonging as
much to the past as the world they would have outlived.
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This goes not just for the past, but for our project of storing all data.
What value is there in this pile of cryogenized information? Doubtless, like the
walls of Jericho, it is merely awaiting the trumpets that will bring it all down.
Can one envisage a femininity without women, in the same way as a
finality without end?
It seems difficult for femininity to do without women.
Feminists, on the other hand, can very well do without femininity.
Who would be so strange under the sun as not to believe he is play-
acting as long as he lives? Our sky itself, by the filter of clouds and atmos-
phere, play-acts light.
A British theatre company is recruiting a terminally ill patient. The pros-
pective actors will have to guarantee they will be dead when the perfor-
mances begin (in one or two months' time). One of the company's artistic
directors explained that all the details of the role will be arranged in advance
with the donor and his family. The presence of the corpse on stage 'is an
important element of the show to help us dispel some of the mysteries sur-
rounding death', he says.
In the face of extreme reality we are defenceless. But this is only a begin-
ning. We are the aborigines, the anthropoids of the Virtual. In terms of world
history, we are barely at the stage of the invention of fire and walking
upright. Logically, it remains for us to be exploited and colonized by an even
greater power.
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The perfumes of the East were there to banish the miasmas of the corpse
- the perfumes of the seventeenth century to banish the body's pestilences.
Don't perfumes and make-up today still relate to this systematic cleansing of
the corpse?
Waking out of a week-long coma, the first question was, Who is dead?
Who is alive?
In this world, which is there without having asked my opinion, it ought
rightly to be the case that death could do without me.
As with ignorance of the law, ignorance of desire is no excuse. But it is
the same with desire as it is with power. Power has no need of me and I have
no need of it. It doesn't miss me and I don't miss it.
I don't miss desire either, and it doesn't miss me. It is the era of wintry

paSSIOns.
From the standpoint of misfortune there is every reason to transform
the world. From the standpoint of Evil, there is no sense in wishing to do so.
So every transformation of the world is done under the sign of misfortune.
Esoteric disaster.
Once there's no longer anything to exchange it for, suffering is value-
less. It isn't even a punishment any longer; it's an accidental waste product,
a pollution, and with it the same (insoluble) problem arises as with the elim-
ination of waste and pollution.
What remains is to derive a moral advantage from suffering and mis-
fortune.
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'Where danger increases, there grows also that which saves,' says
H6lderlin ('Da, wo die Gefahr wachst, wachst das Rettende auch').
It is the opposite today: 'Da, wo das Rettende wachst, wachst die
Gefahr auch.'
(In the excess of security lies extreme peril.)
Lichtenberg speaks somewhere of the 'freedom to think, without
danger, for the truth'. By this he doubtless understands the right of speaking
the truth without the danger of being thrown into prison by the monarch.
But if, by removing a comma, we read, instead, the freedom to think 'without
danger for the truth', things become much more interesting. For then it
becomes a question of the capacity to think without imperilling truth
(without risk of unveiling it). It is no longer the freedom of thought at odds
with power, but the truth itself at odds with the freedom to think. The whole
relationship between thought and truth is at issue. There is a profound dif-
ference between the thought that wants to make truth shine out and the
thought that wants to keep it secret.
But you can also wish for both at the same time.
Eliminating all complications, all vexations. Without this protective
obsession, no serenity. And without serenity, no lucidity.
To condemn torture as being in any case useless and unproductive is the
most despicable of arguments. The implication is that if it were productive
(in terms of information), it would be justified. The same with racism: to
argue that there is no objective basis for racial differences is to imply that if
there were such a basis, racism would be justified. Now, even if there were
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one, not only would it still be unjustified, but it is then that it would be abso-
lutely unjustifiable.
When you reread a text you have just written, it is like a phantom limb;
you have only the virtual, painful presence of it, like Ahab with his wooden
leg.
Sometimes even, it is one's whole existence one perceives as a phantom
limb, the nervous tickle being what remains.
There are cases when the original outdoes the simulacrum. For example,
the sequined illumination of the Eiffel Tower is kitschier than its Las Vegas
copy.
Not knowing who she is, she pursues others' identities. Then, tormented
by an obscure remorse, she bares herself, exhibits herself, to the point of enjoy-
ing being unmasked. Which enables her to slip in everywhere on the pretext
that she has nothing to hide. The real story is that she does not like herself,
and does not like other people either. Hence this coldness and arrogance in the
face of the veiled charm and diaphanous sweetness of the other (female) guest.
Nothing distinguishes a natural intelligence from something that can
give off all the outward signs of it, and this includes faltering before the test
of truth.
So one can give off all the outward signs of power, and this includes fal-
tering before the test of strength. A simulation which produces, with just the
requisite degree of derision, the image of an illusory normality.
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'I discovered with amazement that my senses registered external reality,
but my impulses never reached to my feelings. My feelings lived in a closed
room, and 1 used them only to order and always premeditatedly. My reality
was so profoundly split that I was no longer aware of it.
1 existed on memories of feelings. 1 knew quite well how feelings should
be reproduced, but my expression of them was never spontaneous. There
was always a microsecond between my intuitive experience and its emotional
expression .. .' (Ingmar Bergman).
It isn't the racism of the little people that poses a problem for the
'enlightened' minds. That can easily be explained by their inferior condition.
It is the symptoms of racism among the 'higher' minds that present an insol-
uble contradiction since, in the humanist dream, genius is supposed to be
associated with moral grandeur and just causes, in the way that imagination
is supposed to be associated with power.
Nietzsche, Celine, Kazan, Riefenstahl (Alexandre Adler: 'the death of
Leni Riefenstahl has brightened up my whole day'), Heidegger, Saul Bellow:
all condemned by universal consciousness on the grounds of intelligence with
evil.
Right thinking does not believe for a minute that genius can be rooted
there of all places - in the intelligence of evil, in a form other than that of uni-
versal reason, in a form compatible with both the worst and the best, in some-
thing that might be said to be thought itself and which has ultimately nothing
to do with 'critical' intelligence or, indeed, with political reason or morality.
At the other end of the Enlightenment spectrum there would be the Jews
themselves who, while having greatly contributed to conceptualizing the uni-
versal, are, by their singularity, their exclusive form of worship and their pro-
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found incompatibility, the most striking denial of it. Which is entirely to their
credit.
Has anyone ever shown an interest in how the dead live while they await
the Last Judgement? In the contemplation of God, agreed. But they must
surely have retained a memory of life and the living, a recollection of the world
they have left behind. In that case, it must be hell not to be able to inform the
living of this ultimate truth, the existence of the afterlife. By comparison, the
silence from beyond the grave is much easier to bear for the living.
It is better to live eternally with a question than with an answer.
Every photographic image depends on the object's desire to be photo-
graphed. If it doesn't respond to the call, then let it sod off and take its chance
elsewhere!
The rejection of domination is not limited to the rejection of being dom-
inated, but implies also the rejection of dominating. If there were the same
violence about that as about the refusal to be dominated, then even dream-
ing of revolution would have ended long ago.
Laziness is always accompanied by impatience, since it is out of laziness
that we want to get to the end as quickly as possible. And haste is a form of
premature ejaculation.
Hunting the wolf is an attempt to put an end to the idea that man is a
wolf for other men. Already hunted for its natural ferocity, the wolf now
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finds itself condemned once and for all by the idea man has of himself, by
the idea of his own ferocity.
'The age in which modernity was being invented and had not yet degen-
erated into a caricature of itself' (Canetti). A fine example of that degener-
acy: the clone, which may be considered a caricature of the human at its
highest evolutionary stage. At the apex and end of its possibilities, evolution

retraces Its own steps.
New form of redemption: debt, companies, crimes, scandals - as in the
past with slaves, everything must be redeemed. Everything must be transfig-
ured and at the same time, as in the sales, everything must go. Everywhere
the tiniest waste product, the slightest desire is being given its hour of glory.
But the historic prototype of redemption is that of work, which was granted
such moral and historical value only so as to enable the slave to accede to it
as a free man. In this way the curse fulfils itself.
Hopper says, 'If it can be said, then there's no point painting it.'
The reciprocal: 'If it can be painted, then there's no point talking about it.'
Biosphere 2. It was the first 'reality show' (experimental microcosm). A
closed-circuit simulacrum of survival, but on the scale of the planet and the
entire species. Since then, all the variants have followed the same model.
Accidents fade from memory as suddenly as they occur - only the body
retains an imaginative sense of them. It is like a dream - a few seconds' very
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deep sleep on the motorway is enough to cause two absolutely different series
to intersect: the universe in which you are present, but where nothing is hap-
pening, and the one in which the worst has happened, but in which you have
no part.
Or the opposite: the universe in which you have no part or very little -
that of existence - and the other in which you do have a part, but do so at
the risk of your existence.
It is the critical intervention, by act or deed, that helps the system over
the critical mass threshold - beyond which it would be in danger of entering
the zone of extreme phenomena. The cunning of history, but a paradoxical

cunnmg.
Of all activities, thinking is the one that requires the least energy. It is,
then, the mental economy that best suits lymphatic or thwarted active types.
The most extraordinary thing in the Samarkand story is that it is said
that death appeared 'surprised' by the behaviour of the soldier, who feels
threatened when it signals to him. If death can be surprised, then it is human,
endowed with human sensibility. It thereby becomes a partner, a collusive
adversary. That is, doubtless, the only way to tame it: to make the human
show through in what is the most inhuman of things.
So, when S. J. Lec says that it is not we who resist death, but it that
resists us, and then ultimately gives in to us, he transforms the fateful event
into a duel- death is not an end, it is a rival, a strange rival and one that has
its weaknesses. This is what 'death throes' properly are: the rivalry between
life and death.
The child that slumbers within us has become a confirmed insomniac.
What is the point of growing up?
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Some like to let their slips and parapraxes show through, to revel in
their strange behaviour: they are absolutely set on having an Unconscious.
The spatio-temporal paradox according to Calvino: beyond a certain
distance, there is no longer any possible response-time, especially when hea-
venly bodies are moving apart at the speed of light. The message then
becomes absolute, definitive - it becomes a truth, irremediable, lost in the
infinite, beyond reach.
This might be another version of the 'fateful': every act is irreversible,
irrevocable; it cannot be corrected and is moving away from us luminously
in the void. Lost in translation.
The problem is the same on the terrestrial scale. In a universe where
individuals are moving apart irresistibly and things are, as it were, exceed-
ing their escape velocity, messages have less and less time to come back. Or
we are crushed like atoms in an irresistible contraction and, in that case, it
is hyper-density that puts an end to any meaning or message. They can no
longer escape.
Perhaps the two movements, the gravitational and the anti-gravitational,
happen at the same time, and we are both further and further from each other,
dispersed and disintegrated, and at the same time increasingly compacted,
merged and forcibly integrated.
'The conscious decision to make a movement corresponds to an electri-
cal event in the brain that happens 200 to 300 milliseconds after the begin-
ning of the movement.'
'The experience of free determination of the will is nothing but an
awareness of past events projected into the future' (Atlan).
This precession of the act over the will, of the movement over the deci-
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Some like to let their slips and parapraxes show through, to revel in
their strange behaviour: they are absolutely set on having an Unconscious.
The spatio-temporal paradox according to Calvino: beyond a certain
distance, there is no longer any possible response-time, especially when hea-
venly bodies are moving apart at the speed of light. The message then
becomes absolute, definitive - it becomes a truth, irremediable, lost in the
infinite, beyond reach.
This might be another version of the 'fateful': every act is irreversible,
irrevocable; it cannot be corrected and is moving away from us luminously
in the void. Lost in translation.
The problem is the same on the terrestrial scale. In a universe where
individuals are moving apart irresistibly and things are, as it were, exceed-
ing their escape velocity, messages have less and less time to come back. Or
we are crushed like atoms in an irresistible contraction and, in that case, it
is hyper-density that puts an end to any meaning or message. They can no
longer escape.
Perhaps the two movements, the gravitational and the anti-gravitational,
happen at the same time, and we are both further and further from each other,
dispersed and disintegrated, and at the same time increasingly compacted,
merged and forcibly integrated.
'The conscious decision to make a movement corresponds to an electri-
cal event in the brain that happens 200 to 300 milliseconds after the begin-
ning of the movement.'
'The experience of free determination of the will is nothing but an
awareness of past events projected into the future' (Atlan).
This precession of the act over the will, of the movement over the deci-
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sion is interesting. It is the very question of thought: is there, in thought itself,
something that precedes thought? More broadly, it is the question of the
world: is there, before the Big Bang, something that precedes the world?
This enquiry is essentially metaphysical. No point falling back on
'neuronal electricity'!
A three-dimensional shadow? A hologrammatic shadow? The Graz
Tower: a building in the form of a shadow. This is, in itself, a misconception:
what makes a shadow a shadow is the two dimensions (it is the same with
the image).
Even the zebra's shadow has no stripes.
Ubu incarnate: we lag irreparably behind stupidity.
Where do you rate your pain on a sliding scale from 0 to 10?
0= no pain, 10 = unbearable.
It's a bit like plucking daisy petals: he loves me, he loves me not ... They
are the petals of pain.
'1 began to experience the pleasure of writing, and that pleasure has
always been connected to some extent with the death of others, with death
in general ... This is the other side of the tapestry.
'1 would say that writing, for me, is linked to death, perhaps essentially
to the death of others. But this doesn't mean that writing might be said to be
like murdering others and carrying out a definitively lethal act against them,
against their existences, an act that would open up before me a free, sovereign
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space. Not at all. For me, to write is to be faced with the death of others, but
it is essentially to be faced with others inasmuch as they are already dead. I
speak, in a sense, over other people's corpses. I have to admit it, I postulate
their deaths to some degree. I am in the situation of the anatomist carrying
out an autopsy ... I move around the body, I make an incision, I try to dis-
cover the organs and, in bringing those organs into the light, to show up the
source of the lesion, the seat of the eviI,26 that something that characterized
their lives and thinking, and which, in its negativity, ultimately organized all
that they were ... That poisonous heart of people and things - deep down,
that is what I've always tried to bring out.
'At the same time, the only homage my writing can make to them is to
discover both the truth of their lives and of their deaths, the morbid secret
that explains how their lives led to their deaths. That point in the lives of
others, where their lives veered dramatically towards death. There, for me,
lies the possibility of writing' (Michel Foucault, interviewed by Claude
Bonnefoy, 1966).17
This diabolic confession is a dramatic revelation. Suddenly, the hidden
side of Foucault shows through, his accursed share, the 'other side of the
tapestry'. Suddenly, the potential cruelty of a writing that presupposes the
elimination of the Other, his putting-to-death, is revealed, of a 'surgical',
anatomistic form of thought, akin to autopsy, and which, by his own admis-
sion, is out to find the 'seat of the evil' and is, then, very far removed from
the rigorous investigation of truth effects and closer to a mental operator on
the fringes of death. The weft of the tapestry is the intelligence of death,
which, through writing, lends its energy to an inexorable analysis, to a
rationality that is implacable, but simultaneously entirely ambiguous. Is
there not an intelligence of Evil at work here? And doesn't critical intelligence
itself (once again through the diabolic filter of writing) draw its force from
this radical ellipsis of the Other, of the Living, and of the ends of Man in
general? A marvellous denial, a marvellous defiance of the rational edifice of
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his oeuvre. A marvellous line of lucidity, of a secret lucidity that traces out a
quite other intelligence, nearer to Evil than to an archaeology of knowledge.
This antagonistic truth, which has nothing to do with rational, epis-
temic, analytic construction, this lethal secret of writing is something the
Foucauldians cannot cope with. They have already forgotten it, they never
knew it. Erected by them into a discourse of truth, freighted with a force of
objective elucidation, if not indeed a militant demand, Foucault cannot be
suspected of this thinking with a scalpel that he speaks of, of this presump-
tion of death (the death of others, which is worse). All this runs too violently
counter to the idealist vision of thought that all the faithful, all the satellites
and epigones have - all those who made the Great Analyst, the Grand
Inquisitor, a tutelary (and feudal) reference. Which is why, no doubt, just as
secretly, he despised them profoundly.
This Foucault is one we shall not forget in a hurry.
As a degree of stultification by medication set in, the idea came to me
of a description of the present world that would have as a title that myster-
ious formula that was Canetti's mother's: the Phylogeny of Spinach, which
she employed to stigmatize her son's useless metaphysical enquiry in an
entirely corrupt, money-grubbing milieu. It would be a phenomenology of
this world as though of a plant or proliferating legume, with simultaneous
electrocution of all cultures (shock waves through all civilizations), etc.
The Lucidity Pact or the Intelligence of Evil could very well have been
called - apophatically - The Impact of Stupidity or the Unintelligence of Evil.
Few world events are emblematic of a life, and form part of one's biog-
raphy on the same footing as, and sometimes more profoundly than, personal
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events. I pride myself on having cut a single swathe from the Wall Street Crash
of 1929 to the collapse of the Twin Towers in September 2001. From the one
event to the other, there is something like a meteoric short-cut through an
advancing globalism, following out its fateful course with an inexorable logic,
beyond wars and 'historical' events, beyond the visible progress of societies.
Something that must be described as monstrous unfolds in another dimension
than that of the human efforts to control its course.
The perfect crime supposes perfect guilt.
Always veered more towards heresies, peasant revolts and millenarian
uprisings than history and revolutions.
Everyone today, at the steering wheel or sitting in front of his screen,
seeing all the world's events pass by as he pleases, can imagine himself the
epicentre of universal consciousness, and see the world spirit pass before him
(no need now to be Hegel to see the Weltgeist pass by on horseback -
Napoleon).
The banalized individual has only to look at himself to see the Weltgeist
pass by. The world spirit is fully achieved, not now in the form of the state or
at the end of history, but in every monad that is now the centre of the universe.
'How is it that the centre is nowhere any longer, and we live on the
periphery of an entirely visible world' (Baudouin de Bodinat).
The burying of the placenta: the homage done to what has not assumed
the form of life, but accompanies life like the soul of a dead twin. A shape-
less, but guardian shadow. Perhaps in the field of thought too there is this
nourishing relic watching over us, this substance from before birth.
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Lucidity as the mental equivalent of light in Hopper.
'I have never painted anything but light on a wall.'
All progress in the knowledge of man makes his identification more
problematical. It is not a problem of complexity, but quite simply we do not
know what he is. It is more complicated than complexity (Morin); it is of the
order of duplicity. The more we advance, the more we realize the object is
playing a double game, that it is developing in both directions at once, in the
direction of good and of evil, and there is no possible synthesis, no transcen-
dent solution to this fundamental divergence. Complexity can always resolve
itself in a more complex equation, whereas this irresolvable divergence
increases with every attempt we make to resolve it. The more we plumb
man's depths along digital pathways, the more we dissect him genetically, the
more impossible it will be to establish an image of him.
Even cross-disciplinarity will not master his duplicity. For his knowl-
edge about himself is as ambivalent as he is himself. We shall never manage
to identify this creature, whom self-knowledge alters in his essence, nor,
therefore, shall we arrive at any future programming of the species.
During the American elections, an editorialist concluded his article with
the words that his greatest fear was that one of the two candidates would be
elected.
It was the only witty remark of the campaign.
It is, in fact, the opposite fear that haunts the political Unconscious: that
no one will be elected, that the final decision will be impossible, that every-
thing will finish in a dead heat, which is the inevitable end of any probabil-
ist system. The real drama lies here, in this state of balance, a reflection of
the inertia of a society and its indifference to itself.
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At this point, the situation becomes random again, as is attested by the
case in which a single elector in a state where the two parties are level can
swing the state and thereby, if there is only a tiny difference at the national
level, swing the whole election. A form of total, accidental power, which
defies all political reason but is not without its funny side.
We have lost our shadows, not simply for lack of a light source, but for
lack of a ground on which to shine. So, the trapeze artist doesn't need a net
now, given the absence of ground to crash down on.
The fine parable of the man who has lost his key in the dark and looks
for it under the street light because that's the only place there's any chance of
finding it. It is more or less the same as Nietzsche's parable about objects and
mirrors (if you focus on the mirror, you lose sight of the objects; if you focus
on the objects, you lose sight of the mirror). You can't have both at the same
time. The difference is that, in the story of the mirrors, the objects are in the
place where you are looking, but are simply substituted by the surface that
necessarily reflects them, whereas in the story of the key, the object is being
sought not where it is, but where it would be found if it were (though it isn't).
In the first case, knowledge finds its way around in the play of represen-
tation. In the other, there is a disjunction: on the one hand, an area of light; on
the other, darkness at the place where the key was lost. Is it better to be under
the street lamp and fully in the light or elsewhere with the unfindable key?
Deep sleep is when you are asleep but not dreaming. Paradoxical sleep
is the sleep in which you dream. So, only paradoxical thought is the thought
in which you think. Is there, by analogy, a paradoxical state of death - a deep
death and a death with dreams?
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It is evil that speaks evil: evil can ventriloquize.
True immortality is the immortality of childhood and adolescence,
where you never think you will have to die one day. The phantasm of
immortality is merely the price paid for the certainty of dying. And it is
ready to pay any price, including that of annihilating itself to achieve
immortality.
In the past, some were prepared to lose their souls (their hope of eternal
life) in a pact with the Devil to enjoy the privileges of mortal existence. Today
we are ready to sacrifice any idea of a future immortality for a present cor-
poreal immortality, a perpetual renewal in cloning. Immortality is no longer
a metaphor. We want a real immortality, we want a technical incarnation of
it here and now. This is the new pact with the Devil, sealed and signed in
blood by the human race, which prefers to be cryogenized alive rather than
await some hypothetical resurrection of bodies.
To manage to read one's own book without presumption of authorship,
as though it were written by an unknown, of whom, in fact, one knows
nothing. What image would you form of him? Would you want to know
more? Is there a coherence - even an allusive coherence - in this set of frag-
ments, which is precisely not even a set? Could you guess the books that have
gone before and, if not reconstitute them, at least identify the lines of force
- and weakness - as though working from a fragment of a hologram?
'A thin veneer of immediate reality is spread over natural and artificial
matter, and whoever wishes to remain in the now, with the now, on the now,
should please not break its tension film' (Nabokov).28
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Wine changes to water, and water itself takes on a strangely insipid
taste. Repugnance and tastelessness affect not only food, but the whole envi-
ronment, events and speech. You become flavourless yourself, colourless and
odourless - translucent, but lucid all the same.
Everything becomes a symptom - you become nosomaniacal. Is it from
being lymphatic that you become lymphomic?
Rarefaction of the globules, sensory isolation, de-intensified zone - the
ideal niche, protected by the repulsion that affects all your sensitive extrem-
ities, but not the mind which, for its part, enjoys exceptional freedom.
All secretions stop. Sweating, secretions, excretions, various pilosities _
nothing oozes from the laundered body, the purified body, the body become
self-cleansing. The skin on your face acquires a feminine smoothness and
gentleness.
Alveolar self-defence. The Lion retreats into his cave, into the shadows,
licking his paws and dreaming.
With time, something vulgar reappears: health, the signs of health. And
a certain nostalgia for the state of grace, translucency and powerlessness of
the illness.
God scoffs at (smiles at) those he sees denouncing the evils of which they
are the cause.
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Translator's Notes
1 The reference is to 'the wild bunch'.
2 Directed by Tonino Valerii and Sergio Leone. Lamar Cinema Corporation, Italy, 1973.
3 Fragment E476. Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742-1799) was a philosopher and
natural scientist. He is generally credited with having introduced the aphorism into
German literature.
4 The College de 'Pataphysique, which had ceased to publish the names of its members or
involve itself in public manifestations some twenty-five years before, 'disocculted' itself in
AD 2000 (year 12 7 of the 'pataphysical calendar).
5 'Transcendental satrap' is one of the highest ranks of the 'pataphysical order.
6 Luc Delahaye and Jean Baudrillard, L' Autre, trans. by Chris Turner (London: Phaidon, 1999).
7 Friedrich Nietzsche, Daybreak: Thoughts on the Prejudices of Morality (Cambridge:
Cambridge University Press, 1982), p. 63.
8 There is a paradoxical play on the terms humain and inhumain here that has greater force
in French, where the distinction between the (biologically) 'inhuman' and the (ethically)
'inhumane' is not made.
9 An early evening TV programme which uses latex puppets of leading political and media
figures in a manner not dissimilar to the British Spitting Image.
10 Emilie Ruete, Memoirs of an Arabian Princess from Zanzibar (New York: M. Wiener,
1989). Originally published in German in 1886.
11 John Brunner, Stand on Zanzibar (London: Millennium, 1999; first published in 1968).
12 More precisely, at Borehamwood Studios in Hertfordshire where Kubrick's 2001: A Space
Odyssey was filmed. The documentary in question, Operation Lune, was directed by
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William Karel for Point du Jour Production and Arte France. The English version bears
the title Dark Side of the Moon.
13 Jorge Luis Borges, 'A Comment on August 23, 1944', in Other Inquisitions (London:
Souvenir Press, 1973), pp. 135-6.
14 The Chiennes de Garde - 'watch bitches' rather than watch dogs - is a feminist group
founded on 8 May 2000, concerned particularly to combat attacks on women in public life.
15 A reference to Descartes's phrase 'Iarvatus prodeo': 'I come forward masked (upon the
stage of the world)'.
16 The fluorescent rabbit, known as Alba, was created at INRA in Paris. Each of its cells con-
tained the gene for a fluorescent protein taken from the jellyfish Aequorea victoria.
Crepidula fornicata is commonly known in English as the slipper limpet.
17 The reclusive, but extremely influential novelist and critic Maurice Blanchot (born 1927)
died on 20 February 2003.
18 The emissary is Edward Rogers from Galactic Relay Center in the story 'Souvenir'. See
Philip K. Dick, Second Variety (London: Millennium, 1999), p. 358.
19 Nietzsche, Daybreak, p. 14l.
20 As many as 10,000 extra deaths, largely among old people, may have been caused by the
heatwave that struck France in August 2002.
21 'Womankind - the everlasting irony in the life of the community - changes by intrigue the
universal end of the government into a private end, transforms its universal activity into
the work of some particular individual, and perverts the universal property of the state
into a possession and ornament for the family' (The Phenomenology of Spirit, trans. A.V.
Miller (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1977), p. 288).
22 In English in the original. Baudrillard seems first to have encountered this phrase on the
rear-view mirror of a hire car in the USA.
23 This phrase is an allusion to a line in Stephane Mallarme's 'Le Tombeau d'Edgar Poe': 'Tel
qu'en lui-meme enfin I'eternite Ie change.'
24 This passage first appears in Jean Baudrillard, Simulacra and Simulation (Ann Arbor:
University of Michigan Press, 1994), p. 124. I have used the original translation by Sheila
Faria Glaser here, though I have anglicized the spelling.
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25 My translation from Villiers de l'lsle-Adam, L'Eve future (Paris: Jose Corti, 1987).
26 The French phrase here is 'Ie foyer du mal', which might reasonably be translated as 'the
seat of the disease (or disorder, malady, ailment, etc.)', but Baudrillard's commentary
requires that Ie mal be rendered in its very broadest sense.
27 For the full text of the interview, see Arts et Loisirs, no. 38 (1966), pp. 8-9.
28 V. Nabokov, Transparent Things (1972) in Novels, 1969-74 (New York: Library of
America, 1996), p. 486.
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'Theory is never so fine as when it takes the form of a fiction or a fable:
writes Baudrillard in Cool Memories V - the latest in a series of aphoristic
journals that covers the period 2000-4. During these years Baudrillard
re-emerged strongly in the international arena with his trenchant and
controversial essay The Spirit of Terrorism, developed his work as a
photographer, and found he had cancer.
As his attack on the inanities of ' hyperreality' grew more radical , Baudrillard
came to display an ever more marked penchant for the aphoristic style he
had long admired in such writers as Canetti , Lichtenberg and Nietzsche.
'Aphorizein,' he writes, 'from which we get the word "aphorism", means to
retreat to such a distance that a horizon of thought is formed which never
again closes on itself. ' Cool Memories are carnets, notebooks, but these
are notes for keeping the horizon of thought open within a daunting sphere
of ideas that is no less than 'a jungle, a nature red in tooth and claw'.
' Mentally and affectively', he writes, 'we have remained hunters.
At every moment, in thought and writing, there is a prey and a predator.
And survival is a miracle. '
Caustic, audacious and dazzlingly droll , Cool Memories V will be rewarding
reading for anyone concerned with the debates about postmodernism and
the current state of theory in the social sciences and humanities.
J E I N B IUD R ILL I R 0 taught sociology at the University of Paris X
(Nanterre) from 1966 t01987. Among his works translated into English
are Simulations and Simulacra, Fatal Strategies, Seduction, America,
Cool Memories I-IV, The Illusion of the End and The Spirit of Terrorism.
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is always bigger than the sphere of His action. Vibration alone produces the illusion of a steady balance. There is no point of equilibrium. Never had any imagining of death: it should remain a surprise. whereas everything runs to extremes on both sides. Never any philosophy: I respect thought too much to traduce it.nd every god. Never made a claim to truth: I respect it too much to imperil it. Never any politics: I respect power too much to take it. Never believed in reality: I respect it too much to believe in it. similar in this to the God of gods Himself. Equilibrium exists only at the point of resolution of a zero-sum equation: death? Never painted: I respect painting too much. 1 .

Does this mean there's an alternative chain of circulation. of water and wine. If you don't love them any more. so that you can't retrace your steps or get back to the point you started from? Or having. But that doesn't detract in any way from the agility. could space become like time: irreversible. on going one better. I dream about a friend. on sacrifice. all the more abject as it is the parody of intoxication. you will live eternally at their side. like time. If you die at the same time as your loved one.a bingeing on purity. you will relive it eternally. It merely adds an ironic supplement to it. If you die in an accident. its absolute horizon: eternity? What would be the equivalent of eternity where space is concerned? The negation of motion. it is such an acrobatic thing to do that you end up sensing the performance is rigged. In another mental constellation. what a dire fate.COOL MEMORIES V There is an intoxication of all things. stillness. of good things and bad. A dream memory recycled in a dream. Some time afterwards. can we imagine time becoming a sort of space in which you can move in all directions. or perpetual motion? The woman juggling with cups and saucers. return to the point of origin etc. All in all.? Conversely. you will be so for eternity. The circumstances of your death set your conditions of existence in the afterlife forever. from dream to dream and from one night to another? 2 . I see him again in a dream and tell him I dreamt about him the other night. But also a bingeing on all things . If you die unhappy.

An unrestricted view. As for the rate of invisible stupidity. It is the rate of invisible mortality that counts. That is much higher. like any endangered species. When the hostage espouses the cause of the terrorist.we have all that on the screen. clouds. In the same way. omens. it is far beyond the stupidity that actually shows up. but incalculable. weather . The statistical rate of mortality means nothing. other scales 3 . protect us perhaps. the torturer the cause of the victim. there's no comparison between the index of visible corruption and that of invisible corruption (which it contributes to masking). We have the hole and the lid. But perhaps the rate of secret intelligence and the rates of passion and imagination are also far higher than they appear? The panic hole the Indians have: they dig holes. and make us the heroes of children's fictions. blueness. the perfect niche. the conqueror the cause of the vanquished. then another justice is active than the justice of the law. They will invent human zoos. The rate of political indifference is much higher than the abstention rate.COOL MEMORIES V Future generations of artificial beings will inevitably wipe out the human race. Silence. since death is here. following the same impulse that led humans to wipe out animal species. growing everywhere and mounting up in the social body as a whole. birds. Our panic hole is the TV. They will see us retrospectively as apes and be ashamed of being descended from us.when contamination becomes universal in both directions. sit at the bottom and view the sky through the hole. the master the cause of the slave .

lights a candle for the Virgin Mary. same church. If the faithful are reluctant to drink from the same chalice. Homily on the Covenant struck with Moses. Gruesome warhorse or baroque spectre .time is relentless. Leucate. She slips quietly into the Lady Chapel. then prostrates herself in prayer in a dark side-chapel before leaving 4 . Silence falls.air is mobile . and then in the Eucharist. They can always dip their host in the priest's wine.blood circulates in the veins . There then enters a person who could well be the village whore . All this new ritual passes over the heads of the general run of worshippers. The Triumph of Death fresco in the Palermo art gallery.a blonde creature in a pale green miniskirt and with a boldly plunging neckline. In fact. the best thing is to commit one's cowardice to the service of a good cause and one's courage to the service of the bad ones. God will not hold it against them. Same parish priest. even the most violently unequal.COOL MEMORIES V than the scales of justice: at work here is an inalienable reversibility of all relations.. For a healthy distribution of energies. The great local innovation is Communion under the two species.water is mobile . then sealed in the blood of Christ. Everything is mobile . Only Christ washes away spiritual stains. Man alone is immobile. imagining death is impossible. You would need to be able to remember it..

COOL MEMORIES V . their character traits or biographies. Even If the dIscrepancy is infinitesimal. The events of a thousand years ago have shot off a thousand light years ~nto space. . But even he will disappear before the future digital prosthesis. There is. The moment that has ~ust pas. village. hides the fact that only bad writing has an author. Seen from a distant star.neither the wall no: the person opposite. What would happen if the originals were found again? How would it be with the copy of the real world if they rediscovered the original? We have at this millennium end produced the perfect specimen of the species in the form of mobile-phone man.sed is already a light-second away. In the chapel at the seaside cemetery. then. nothing is ever present . 5 . the monotony of current events takes on fantastIc proportions. good writing does not. We are barely even contemporaneous with our own eXIstences. seen The Holy Covenant remains the one between the people of the agam un . who will leave room in turn only for telepathic ghosts. no presence. all the votive offerings for the shipwrecked that were stolen one day have been reproduced a fresca with astonishing perfection. Hiroshima is already sixty light years off. Any gloss on authors. .

merely a marvellous source of metaphors. feeling abandoned. That an obscure Filipino computer-user can spread confusion through the global computer networks by launching the 'I love you' virus is possible only because the computer loves us and. the memory of water. takes its revenge by suiciding the network. A little superstition is all right. at least. at bottom.even worse when it relates to dreams and mental faculties. a kind of democracy prevails. But you must first get ahead of things. Intelligence lies in deceleration. apoptosis. There. the world and reality only in homeopathic doses. as is a little belief in reality .COOL MEMORIES V Presumptuousness of the artist (John Cage. One must believe in oneself.where are we to find finer metaphors (let's give Sokal his due here)? And why not abuse them? They are the chrysalises of the concept. Fonda says to Nobody: 'Tell you what. Doubtless science is. first you get to be somebody and then you and me'll surround them'! (Which is a little bit like existence saying 6 . Bob Wilson?). like Hal in 2001: A Space Odyssey. We may doubt whether the energy for dreaming among 'artists' or the vitality of the unconscious among the upper classes are any different from what they are among the common herd. anti-matter .' Always the same condescension . The double arrow of time. 'We dream for those people who have no dreams of their own to keep them alive.but only what is needed to cure evil with evil. black holes.

Man can. inhuman function. becomes a wild one again. in fact. To enjoy the end as a mirror magnifying the pleasure. they'll 'make life harder and harder' for him and one day he'll be 'put down in history' by nobody. the dust from which we eventually inhale. (My Name is Nobody. what is there to say about him? 7 . in this sense. Nobody always wins out over Somebody. language. only the idea of man has one. And. Man has no definition. envisage integrating death as a magical factor. Through writing. Otherwise.COOL MEMORIES V to him: first take the trouble to be born and you'll have the right to live. They will be the instruments of their vengeance. All the natural elements were the chosen terrain of the gods. then. Nobody was quicker than him.) He also tells him that when he has become Somebody. a reflection of the inhumanity of language itself. To integrate the end into the process: the only way of escaping mourning.)2 The cow fed on bone meal. Fire remains an ungovernable power and it is from fire that the most redoubtable vengeance will come: from sidereal fire and cold. who ends up as a mad cow carcase and as organic fuel in the cement-works. Sergio Leone. which is a domestic species. Never lose sight of the fact that writing is a strange. have only an ideal definition of himself. One may even.

beyond the frosted glass'. As though produced by a source of black light. there is always a coincidence. I read the story of a woman who kills herself by jumping from a train window. through his mouth. The wind of the eclipse gets up in the gloom. Around noon. Path of totality. otherness.COOL MEMORIES V At the origin of misfortune. Aphorismen und Betrachtungen). It is aphorisms that best do justice to that cerebral electricity. that no one can make himself laugh by tickling himself. a gathering darkness. And cold descends from the solar corona. there is always an accident. words say true and profound things' (Schnitzler. not come down from the sky. slightly transposed. That night I have the same dream. 8 . At the origin of good fortune. It would have been so much more original to have the dream and find the self-same story reported in the next morning's papers. 'It sometimes happens that. It is because of alterity.000 kilometres per hour. We dream mindlessly of the facts of the day. those myriad microscopic ideas that ascend from the nerves to the brain and are constantly passing across it. its beam sweeping across the earth at 2. They bear witness to that Brownian. It's the same silent wind as comes with storms. as though it had welled up from the earth itself. corpuscular activity 'beyond the lenses. as Lichtenberg would say.

since it perpetually commands us to speak. to whom you cannot speak cool-headedly and who put you in a state of having to please them. Do not take the side of those already in the right. It is made up of self-hatred and its immediate reparation. The fanaticism of the signifier (Ferlosio). scorning biological paternity. Barthes: language is fascistic. Dreams would be a search engine. The Aborigines. so there is nothing objectively knowable about the movements of the soul. for example. give priority to begetting by dreams. The German language was destroyed at the same time as the German cities (Sloterdijk). fascist function. Our sense of existence is a plate photosensitive to black light. 9 . Phatic function. Instead of dreams being the place where desires from real life are fulfilled. They can only be intuited: psychological azure. it would be the real that was the place where desires born of dreams would be fulfilled. Reality would gain by this in becoming much more mysterious and dreams would cease to be the dumping ground of the unconscious.COOL MEMORIES V Just as there is no 'objective' existence of the sky's blueness (blue is blue and that's all there is to it). Those women who electrify you mentally (not necessarily physically).

Death orders matters well. in the worst of cases. What is banal does not even deserve to die. but often baleful constellations. the blanks in it being the intersidereal void. The most difficult thing will be to assemble the evidence. We should invent days without afternoons. with the sardonic collusion of diverse. since the very fact of your absence makes the world distinctly less worthy of being lived in.COOL MEMORIES V It is immoral to keep beauty in the register of the sublime alone and not to find an equivalent for it in a charitable undertaking. every citizen should be able to claim a natural right to intelligence and therefore. the fragment is made up of contradictory lineaments of meaning and their happy coincidence. The aphorism is like the starry sky. What is exceptional hardly deserves to live. nights that stop before the dawn. and an endless alternation of joy and adversity. a year that ends before beginning. the philosophical subject emerged into the ultraviolet spectrum. In the same way as the mentally handicapped will be entitled to damages for the fact of being born. the character trait or facial features. Exactly like the shaft of wit. demand a stupidity support allowance. He was so banal that he didn't even deserve to be called Bernard. seasons that overlap at a quicker and quicker pace. 10 . Thus.

at the deepest level. by the aristocratic principle. Worse: critique. If you are famous for a whole hour. together with irony. like the extraction of all the irregularities of the genome. as they wait to become useless functions. aesthetics become functions of each other.all those qualities that are so fragile and so dangerous to existence in general. you thwart three other people. And moreover. the word is disappearing in its phatic function. where the surgical removal of star signs is practised) to be rid of the Unconscious. The master-thinkers of the democratic cause would be very surprised to learn that the people themselves are driven. fortune and sacrifice. 11 . criticism and intelligence . the obscure object of their desire. the famous Warhol 'fifteen minutes of fame' is in fact contemptuous .an assignment to promotional mediocrity. Irony is disappearing in the critical function. One might take advantage of this (all in a specialized Psycho-Genetic Institute. would be a great relief for future generations. akin to the Institute of Zodiacal Semiurgy. who were entitled to their fifteen minutes. ethics. the spiritual wellspring of popular aspirations. remains fame. as the stock of 'fame' is limited. Theory is never so fine as when it takes the form of a fiction or a fable. Everything is becoming functional. The best thing would perhaps be to remove consciousness surgically in utero. it is supremely anti-democratic. just like the stock of eggs in the uterus. liberty and material well-being. Even if their 'real' demand is for equality. the extraction of which.COOL MEMORIES V Behind its generous appearance.

some distance ..000. but in fact they are a source of horror since. if sacrificio della beffezza is not just the problem of the peril women represent for men.no mirror. Recovering some conflict. If you travel by plane every day. or speak too slowly. which moves closer as soon as we leave pure chance behind to enter the realm of probability. Every possible means of seeing herself has been taken from her .without which we wouldn't take the plane. not even a reflection from mercury in thermometers. COOL MEMORIES V The story (by Amelie Nothomb) of the young woman who lives as a recluse. which is the gamble on zero risk . though infinitesimal. this violence done to the right to see oneself. The figures are meant to be reassuring.. some spectacle and violence . some prohibition. Recovering the joy of the fully fledged spectator. A statistic tells us that the danger of a fatal air accident is one in 1. it is also the problem of the danger posed to women by their own appearance. by underlining the fact that the risk is real. 12 . Twin sister to the Duchess of Palagonia whom the Duke had surrounded with distorting mirrors which made her look monstrous and dissuaded her from becoming proud. Closed own for reasons of silence! Recovering some secrecy. no reflections.. they cut across the imaginary gamble we each make. This sequestration of beauty. some silence. The thousand years become a finite horizon. you are not in danger of crashing until a thousand years from now.600... in the belief she is disfigured. the horizon of death. The answerphone that stops as soon as you stop speaking.

. C. Why fight endlessly for a cause? Has anyone ever fought for the effects? Getting used to the idea that the world is an effect without a cause.to sweep away all these categories. one thing leading to another.COOL MEMORIES V Freedom. or in which the effect precedes the cause. sin.. [in] the way the magnet bestows form and order on iron filings. A man has more chance of having an idea of woman than a woman. Any confusion with one's own concept produces a lethal haemorrhage. The living person has more chance of having an idea of death than the one who is already dead. In the same way. In this way.' (G. Lichtenberg). Woman resists the idea of woman.. as it was necessary to sweep away those of soul. are governed by the same paradox.3 There is reason to be jealous at being seen by others from the outside and having only that distorting mirror of oneself that is self-knowledge. The world as singularity resists the global as idea. you have to be alive. they can have a finer intuition of her. Our actions themselves precede us and. who already is one. filtered by multiple states of consciousness.. To speak of death. 'A person's actions . one doubtless has to be a man to speak about women. men certainly retain a memory of the woman they were in another life. responsibility . will. immortality and the concepts of heaven and hell to deliver ourselves from the religious and the feudal. are commonly continuations of his own inner constitution . 13 . At any rate.

. but being regarded as a harmful object.. Some encounters stay in the memory thanks to the tone of voice.carnal desire scorns distinctive features. between the one and the other. And one can. descend from pure contemplation to pure concupiscence.. he was already at the memory of it . • A woman's body and her face are quite distinct things... of the seduction..- -~-- .COOL MEMORIES V It is almost normal to lead a double life when you are alone. a genuine madman in the street . so to speak. Beyond the end: the ideal non-place. by these high-flying vermin. without being able to pin• pomt It. and sometimes it attaches to the facial features alone.. The worst thing is not so much being regarded as an impostor. which you remember on an infra-red scale. a nuisance. it even overlooks differences of body and gesture to a very large extent.. 14 . But desire is only rarely carnal.deep down. Seen close up in love-making. he was already finished with it' (Kierkegaard). the beauty or ugliness of the face disappears .. At last. 'In the very midst of the event. It is much more difficult when there are two of you...someone who doesn't need a mobile phone to talk to himself.

As though all these things were not standard in the normal sphere of conventions and the social order. The condemnation of sects is. 15 . At that point they sent him to the Gulag. This is reminiscent of the charge of 'cowardice' made against suicides. The principle of insufficient reason: the only things that really take place are those which do not have sufficient reason to do so. Since he wasn't a perfect likeness. Running after your shadow: the only way out from perpetual motion. they touched him up using plastic surgery. after which they eliminated all his relatives and all the witnesses to the operation. 'cult of the guru'.COOL MEMORIES V Beyond the end: the only unrestricted view. disgraceful: 'mental deficiency'. 'suicidal drive' etc. His hypocritical air derived from the fact that he suffered simultaneously from an inferiority and a superiority complex towards himself. Stalin's double.' (Lichtenberg). But so well did he identify with his role that. Dispersing the viewpoints: the only solution to the squaring of the circle. like any witch-hunt. He played his role so well that in the end he came to think he was Stalin (as did Stalin himself!). he died three days later. on learning of Stalin's death. 'Man is so sensitive to perfection that reason can make him an idiot.

Paedophilia: the very term is disgusting.COOL MEMORIES V The proof of how poorly grounded freedom is is that depriving someone of their freedom itself no longer means anything. Given the extension of responsibility and its ramification into all networks. don't know what to do with it. the irresponsibility is the same everywhere.and. She comes closer at that point to her role as pure object. around which roam the phantasms and affects of those who. sometimes even.this is not literature. to recount their own psychological dramas . blotting out those looking at her and being visible now to herself only from the inside. Whether you work by will or by chance. therefore. The striptease artiste becomes seductive when she closes her eyes to her own body. the secret of which she keeps to herself. sweat or tears . now they've been persuaded they have an inner life. by which the thing denounced avenges itself on the denouncers. It is secretion. 16 - ~ - --~'"- . just like bile. It is one of those words by which language takes its revenge. any possible 'justice'. their experiences. All these novels in which the authors try desperately to dramatize their own histories. there are always as many fortunate and unfortunate coincidences. It is the literary transcription of 'reality television'. It is all the product of a vulgar unconscious not unlike a small intestine. excretion. Impossible to find an equivalence between the crime and the punishment or.

may he keep it secret and yield up only fragments of it. • ~lr as d. amniotic strangeness. 17 . but one whose path is made for it in advance.' This is the principle of 'scrupulous delicacy' according to Kierkegaard. 'May he who speaks of himself never tell the whole truth.COOL MEMORIES V one • llV- Concordance between a 'real' situation and a discourse ought to be an indication of 'truth'. Dart a very fine reed into the victim's heart. He will be left with a lethal stupefaction. He will be left with eternal remorse.the same silence of the depths: it isn't you who are deaf. for that very reason. to feel sorry for themselves. They run ahead of their shadows or their reflections . ble all The fragment is like a broken mirror . To move in the space of deafness is like moving in an aquatic milieu. The same foetal. as a result. . It is what opens up untimely perspectives in a world brought totally up to date. Dart a very fine glance into the eye of the torturer. The body is all ears towards the inside. Birds too run ahead of those who see them. the same mental lethargy . it's the world that's dumb. The event also runs ahead of history. without even remembering it. • '1- sw o { . To run ahead is to move towards an unforeseeable outcome. the organic murmur is there. But the inner noise. the same cautiousness of gesture. philosophically unbearable. but will not die of it. Could one not also speak of a 'scrupulous violence' or an 'unscrupulous delicacy'? This rule of scrupulous fragmentation applies equally in analysis and writing. but it is.ideas don't have the time to reflect themselves in it or.

wins out over both. by a kind of GPS effect. The obsessive impression of having missed something . It is the secret continuation of the Nothing in the heart of things that creates the impression of having missed the crucial point. but language. becomes viral as soon as it is no longer subject to the sovereign legislation of the whole body.COOL MEMORIES V Thought is that invisible blade that determines the separation of bodies.a (profound or insignificant) idea that has managed to pass unnoticed. even beyond the psychosomatic. a fundamental hypothesis that has slipped away. which is still linked to the individualization of the 'soul' and the body. The infinitesimal calculus of viral pathologies. has entirely outstripped the mechanics of the body. Hence a new pathology beyond the organic. of your position in the space of human relations. no doctor now for modern pathologies. The speed of transfusion that applies to effects liberated from their causes is viral. The truth that sees itself as such becomes a lie and a deception. wound itself up like a curled snake in one's mental space and could only come out by unwinding itself the other way. But one can imagine an electronic 'smartness' of the body (like 'smart' cars or houses) that would inform you of all its anomalies. perhaps it is part of a future life. which never lies. unlocatable by traditional diagnostics. any organ whatever. just as the electronics of the modern car have outstripped the knowledge of its user. 18 . or even. No mechanic now for modern cars. Any cell. Perhaps it is hidden deep in some previous life.

The very possibility of effects without causes. Thinking in these terms of a gentle violation. or effects producing their causes in a retrospective sequence. Now. And. Reality. that would put an end to science and the scientific community. The coalition of all those who find the mere hypothesis of a mystification or machination of any kind where reality is concerned unacceptable from the moral standpoint: the conspiracy of imbeciles. to their solidarity on a single point: if truth were established definitively. It is where there is the most violent contrast and where reconciliation seems impossible that seductiveness is at its most profound. destabilizes any logical order and leads into a paradoxical one.COOL MEMORIES V • All effects are perverse in so far as they run free of their causes: epilepsy of reality. the survival of that community takes precedence over the survival of objective knowledge. A constant trumping of hypotheses in all disciplines. linked to the fierce rivalry between scientists. is merely a flag of convenience. Admiration: a real sacred prostitution in which the most alienated is not the one you think. or causes without effects. for its part. Lichtenberg spoke of a 'virginity of admiration' . Illusion is the most obvious of things. And 19 . And of those who remain virgins all their lives. above and beyond their rivalry. the obviousness of the tangible appearance.

swallows up information. Things are the same in the media space as they are in the physical space of molecules: the same progressive dilution .of substance as in the memory of water. but it is forever invisible.COOL MEMORIES V this is a vital reaction. by its infinite ramifications and the sum of superfluous exchanges. That 'truth' will always be shot through with some passion from elsewhere.' f i-- s jtT1irrf. which in turn. But the world itself systematically sidesteps truth. but collusion of an unexpected kind: in the art of escaping truth. In the end. the scientists apply themselves to this by producing ever more hypotheses. It means that rival passions will always win out over the establishment of a final truth. subterranean action of geysers. The translucent cataract of gypsum and crystals produced by the age-old.r . there is after all collusion between the scientists and their object. information merely adds to the sum of useless knowledge and thereby swallows up communication. They look as if they have aged artificially in an aquarium. Paradoxically.and even vanishing . In its excess. The eighth wonder of the world is in New Zealand. The 'disocculted' pataphysicians seem as though they have been defrosted. . the opalescent extravaganza that swept down into the lake. was smashed to smithereens and buried when the 20 Cis . Perhaps it would have been preferable to stay occult?4 Only one thing is more useless than the refined playing of the hotel pianist and that is the air hostess's demonstration of how to use a lifejacket.

:n el t. for one can respond to contempt only with equal contempt or death. as though it wanted to save it from becoming a world heritage site. but contempt is reptilian. we should set a treatise on the ruses of servitude. not those of the eagle. but of the fox. volatile quality of substances. You enter them like a projectile. Its ploys are not those of the lion. of Ice Taking a plane which is so quick that you can see the sun rise in the west. in the preceding night. it is still darkest night on the ground. ps Against Machiavelli's Prince. This is what happened with Mitterrand in his relations with his followers and courtiers. And this is what brought him retrospective contempt. But we are too slow and the darkness remains out of reach. a treatise on the ploys of domination.000 metres. from east to west.COOL MEMORIES V )ver ugh ~m- mountain split apart on 10 June 1886. You can never be in darkness at altitude and have daylight on the ground. forms and colours. T e t e Arrogance is a head-on thing. with all the speed of the aeroplane. but of the moray eel and the chameleon. When you see the sun rise from a plane. 21 .it is always lighter at altitude. Sublimation: the direct transition from the solid to the gaseous state (the ice evaporating on the Saint Lawrence). Anyway. Sublimation of the phenomenal world: this subtle. Jealous nature has hidden it from our gaze. neither night nor day rises or sets. night has already fallen on the ground . ~m- the : of 1ge mm. Moving quicker than the daylight to lose yourself. at 10. And it paralyses its victims imperceptibly. When it sets.

knowing. including one's own misfortune. believing. The satrap is a being who exercises no function. so in the loose conglomeration of categories that govern our actions. one has to be able. having-to. we have to break up this sequence: to split off willing from being able. one has to wish to. etc. What would be the equivalent of this constancy in human beings? Might it be the blind determination to behave as a human being in the most inhuman conditions? Or the opposite: the determination to choose evil.5 With the heat of summer comes the return of that hieroglyph more mysterious than the circulation of the blood or of commodities: the stochastic. and acts by his mere presence . As in the loose conglomeration of genes and molecules.COOL MEMORIES V This blind constancy of trees and the plant world in producing leaves and flowers as the cycle ordains. everything is similarly interconnected: being able. In order to be able. where the proteins govern each other without it being possible to pinpoint the prime mover. and in order to wish to. to split off believing from knowing. occupies no role. To live simply.or by his absence. out of pure vegetal instinct. man turns the very difficulty of bearing his existence into a weapon. willing. when all the conditions are ideal? Man's inexhaustible genius in reviving what is likely to annihilate him.. There is no doubt that. one has to be able to know. as Mishima says.. In the animal kingdom too. etc. to split off having-to from acting. etc. if he is transcendental. to split off being from having-to-be. The truth they defend is merely the astrological sign of their stupidity. faithfulness to the species is almost immutable. and for that one has to wish to. 22 . And one further has to believe . And to know.

then we must liquidate the real . Or. The exactitude of the creature will shine in the genetic firmament. then we must change the people' (Brecht).. rather.COOL MEMORIES V zigzag flight of the fly in the middle of the room. And is the earth really round? It is when seen from another world. beneath the central light fitting or in the sun's rays. Just as the real is real only from our phenomenal point of view. As real as reality before they noticed it didn't exist. There will be a universal presumption of innocence and a total excommunication of evil. 'If the truth hurts. As flat as the earth before they noticed it was round. This technical redemption of all the taints 23 . from the viewpoint of the unverifiable hypothesis of its non-existence. The time when perfection was of the order of crime is over.. If the real refuses to conform to objective knowledge. As beautiful as a woman before they noticed she wasn't one. As ambiguous as the truth before they noticed it was true. when beneath perfect beauty something criminal lay hidden. it is the truth's fault. it will no longer even be a crime to be perfect.' The Turkish political prisoners let themselves die of hunger rather than be transferred from their collective cells into individual ones: isolation is worse than death. 'If the people will not obey the watchwords of the Revolution. With the cloning and recycling of the species in conformity with an ideal norm.

In this way. he will have grown old . The first ten notebooks have brought him to the age of fifteen. Reality for us is a little like the ground for trapeze artists. him a shadow. excited or indifferent. He is writing the day-by-day account of his life.way it wouldn't be right for the life to stop before the narrative When God created man. since in a catches up. In the meanwhile. There will no longer be any Last Judgement.COOL MEMORIES V of the species will render any new divine intervention useless. from the beginning. icons allowed God to slip quietly away. hostile or welcoming. will never meet. But since then man has never stopped selling it I knew him in all conditions. screens allowed the real to slip away. But it is also a wager. That people who share the same genes should be separated by a moral 24 .the two parallel lines. voracious or retractile. At this rate it will take him twenty years to get to the current period. impulsive and without qualms. that of the life and that of the narrative. Moist in sacrifice. In this way. He saw that he couldn't survive in that solitude and gave to the devil. who work with a net without knowing that beneath it the ground has disappeared. during the war. dreamy on his best days.

25 .' Exist yes. just as transparency is the quality of the man who has lost his shadow. but how? One of them stated that the hardest thing was to realize. He claims to eclipse himself in the operation. the title of the book and the exhibition}. The photographer. vork I. Nothing but a captive face for a hidden lens. So. I make them exist. paradoxically. The fact that the real exists in no way detracts from its unreality.COOL MEMORIES V ill no chasm helps us to reassess the values in the name of which they are killing each other. but what he manages to eclipse is his relation to the 6 other. speaking of the faces he photographs incognito in the metro: 'They are anonymous. Image indicates the venal value of the man who has lost his name. What is one to do against an enemy whose weapons are conformism and stupidity? Should one make oneself more conformist and more stupid? If his strategy lies in cunning and achievement. more of an achiever? Should one make oneself more mediatic than the media? War is impossible. the more his signature is fetishized. But the fact that it takes place in no way detracts from its impossibility. by contrast. and yet it takes place. all this aesthetics is merely a subterfuge: the more the contemporary artist plays with the nothing. I' autre (which is. " I L. the od. should one make oneself more cunning. nobody. that he was nothing. is not anonymous.. But the fact that it functions in no way detracts from its absurdity. :ons mg. of ~er. when faced with his own photo. The system is absurd and yet it functions. D. • • o Ive liIt • .

I just I wanted.almost a film. It seems to us that dreams can do without images even less than reality can. I 'In the daytime I don't see. if Hitler were alive he would be on all the screens. I act as though I were asleep' (E. to toy with the idea of seeing him. There is something inhuman in this instantan. I act as though I were awake.COOL MEMORIES V Today things travel faster from Paris to Rio than from the hand to thel brain. since dreams. perhaps. I see streets. I didn't necessarily want to be immediately in contact with him. Night is the tricky time. Do the blind see in their dreams? To dream without seeing is even stranger than a waking dream. are primarily images . 26 . So I don't want what I don't see. You have only to think of a friend at the other end of the world to be connected to him in real time. The profoundly negationist character of information. that we shall have forcibly to restore the use of his body. when I'm asleep. Might Network Man be the model for the disabled person of the future? It is perhaps to him. Shoah or no Shoah. de Lucca). All in all.I eity. when I'm asleep. the demand for which has no concern for any historical reality or any moral meaning. rather than to the paralytic. since at night. Boredom is out of luck: it is itself being discussed in crashingly boring terms. and when I wake up. I see. lights. a person dear to me. for us.

Their breathing mingles. the . but it has left us with the acceleration' (Philippe Muray). remember to die (before it's too late). Just as dust is what is born out of the erosion of all landscapes. Memento mori: Not: remember that yOU must die.on nd tce tat or Ih " Further and further towards perfect resemblance. "lllg " Their faces are close to each other in sleep. The voice of the airport announcer and integral music. something of a slow-motion murder. but their thoughts diverge far beyond their bodies.COOL MEMORIES V I the o be tanJust " An illness that breaks out opportunely just before the departure date and ends exactly on the day the trip was scheduled to end. so the real is what remains from the wearing down of all systems. but: don't forget to die. and in their eyes your life becomes a vaguely criminal matter. but He has left us his (last) Judgement. One's closest friends are a bit like the bad conscience of what you have become. 27 . Tomorrow's Eve. " The Judgement of God? No: God is dead. 'History is speeding up? No: history has stopped. but their dreams are light years apart.

28 ' : : ' 'j . Rights. hybrids and chimeras.PI i. That is indeed the end point: when there is no longer anything about which there is nothing to say. Artificial intelligence? The intelligence has left it. berry and a bamboo: 'any disorder appearing in nature is the sign of a hidden disorder in the administration of the Empire . it has to know. OUr systematic mixing of mores and cul. Transparency. the desire to destroy it. Everything. but We are left with the artifice. which flourishes the better on the ruins of intelligence. Life. as it removes itself from the scene. . ferent to anything' (Montesquieu). that is to say. but attest to an irremediable disorder in the For an architecture to have a reason to exist. even in the imagination. are left to us by things that take their leave. leaves us the right to live. itself. Order restored in nature clearly indicates satisfaction in heaven. shall never know Whether thought is an imposture. but it has left us with reality. The reality principle has disappeared. for it not to arouse.. sexes and genes. in Withdrawing. which keeps on running like a headless chicken. in some cases. cannot highest spheres of the Empire. leaves us the right to see it clearly.. and that is provo We 'The people is. leaves us the possibility of conceiving it. so enlightened that it is no longer indif. idential.' Our current blossoming of monsters and clones. if not desires. tances itself. Verdict of a Chinese writer on a monstrous tree that is at once a black. as it dis. COOL MEMORIES V The Cheshire Car has vanished. tures. but he has left behind his smile.

The Stockholm Syndrome. leave. of dead silence. the Theatre of Cruelty. First victim of the screen: silence. It then sometimes recaptures the charm of the ancient cosmogonies. there will be no more events.COOL MEMORIES V • . voluntary servitude. rather. The recording of the artificial silence is the ghostliest. most ludicrous operation I've ever witnessed. there are fewer and fewer. science has now lost any illusions as to its final ends. after a long period of primitive accumulation. Propitious or ill-fated. The fateful always wins out over the evaluation of good and bad. of the end in real time. the ready made. reality. stocked like spare parts or replacement organs.free of any verification. Except that the expectation now is. Hugo describes perfectly the profile of the end of History: 'The twentieth century will be happy. We are almost back to the times when the hope was still alive of witnessing the coming of the Kingdom of God 'in real time'. and a transparency other than that of glass. there is an exaltation in the fact of something happening to you. the total social fact. 29 . how to convey a sense of the void. living coin. ~ft with . the Accidental and the Unforeseeable. but minutes of artificial silence. But historical experience has been replaced by an almost millenarian obsession with the Eventful. it dis- prov- indifthere !ack:lden lture ~ters culthe t to elf. It seems that. . and is given over to the craziest hypotheses . the accursed share. for the needs of the programme. o see it .' And it is true. No living silence on television ever again.

only the phatic function survives or. we have become stockbreeders and producers. a nature red in tooth and claw in which the natives are condemned to hunting and self-reliance. imperceptibly. The sphere of ideas is a jungle. and instinctive. She wishes to overcome desire by wearing out pleasure. But mentally and affectively we have remained hunters. animal defence. The oneiric function disappears in the expurgated screen version. Time was when virtual creatures emerged from the Unconscious. She herself says she wants to be like a spider in the centre of her web.n cocktail. with language. We are no longer the theatre of their imagining. So far as our conditions of life are concerned. And survival is a miracle. no primitive accumulation: thought has luck alone on its side. no references. weaves its spider. only the scopic function remains. No heritage. there is a prey and a predator. in thought and writing. with the gaze. It even drags the judgement thaj condemns it into its vacuousness. intangibly. much as. Today they are the products of digital calculation. I C. the perfect crime . The extreme of happiness leaves room for only one question: might we not already be dead? 30 .COOL MEMORIES V I dust-breeding. But pleasure is not like I freedom. wishes to be done with the artificial mystery of seduction. She has forgotten I that it is the web which. M. which Lichtenberg said was best used by being abused. in that potlatch of vacuousness. At every moment.we find all these figures in the reality.

minerals.. on the wall. The lizard is the sprightliest animal and at the same time the closest to absolute stillness. regardless of the cause.. you can merely contemplate them abstractly. in which all beings. we· 'ly we • "e IS a !t We Chance does not exist. what they prostrate themselves before all along the beaches is their own sunset. where the event is an added extra. If their existences could be diffracted in this way into the volcanic dusts. • tlOn. if their heads could be set ablaze with a fine coral dust. the limit of which retreats as life nears its end. if their bodies could cross the horizon. side-on perspective . too. Either the universe obeys objective laws or it is of the order of will. From above. which 10 ret- e. then a sphere. having only an aerial view. darting as it does between the stones like a shaft of wit. if one could rise up vertically so that the line of the horizon becomes first a curve. with t.COOL MEMORIES V reality-TV ment that In the gorges. like that of the silence or fury of events. stars and elements are endowed with effective determination. From below you don't get the idea of depth. Close. Only the birds have a total.chance being merely 31 . Today eatre of I screen )r. But not of a will like our own: an inhuman will. then an immaterial point relieved of any surface and depth . the hairy spider in its hexagonal web. and :d. 'Aphorizein' (from which we get the word 'aphorism') means to retreat to such a distance that a horizon of thought is formed which never again closes on itself. She 5 not like le herself • orgotten •• " What they contemplate. animals. and equally still in an entirely different universe. there is no ideal viewpoint. Where the effect is an added extra. regardless of history .

ghtwe Chance does not exist. regardless of history . what they prostrate themselves before all along the beaches is their own sunset. Where the effect is an added extra. >us.COOL MEMORIES V 1e reality-TV Igement that In the gorges. . the hairy spider in its hexagonal web. minerals.chance being merely 31 . But not of a will like our own: an inhuman will. If their existences could be diffracted in this way into the volcanic dusts. 'Aphorizein' (from which we get the word 'aphorism') means to retreat to such a distance that a horizon of thought is formed which never again closes on itself. and 'ned. if their heads could be set ablaze with a fine coral dust. III Which \ no refide. and equally still in an entirely different universe. having only an aerial view... Only the birds have a total. regardless of the cause. From above. you can merely contemplate them abstractly.. side-on perspective. She . e IS not like She herself s forgotten jer. then a sphere. with What they contemplate. there is no ideal viewpoint. we vely we tere is a The lizard is the sprightliest animal and at the same time the closest to absolute stillness. too. Either the universe obeys objective laws or it is of the order of will. luction. animals. darting as it does between the stones like a shaft of wit. . From below you don't get the idea of depth. like that of the silence or fury of events. stars and elements are endowed with effective determination. on the wall. Close. the limit of which retreats as life nears its end. in which all beings. if their bodies could cross the horizon. Today theatre of :ed screen s or. then an immaterial point relieved of any surface and depth . where the event is an added extra. if one could rise up vertically so that the line of the horizon becomes first a curve.

Black faces are like basaltic lava emerging. light-absorbent mineral. therefore. scious being (animal. the entrails cannot earth. is truly negationist. mankind. man. the case. is that every stage of evolution possesses a special and incomparable (Nietzsche). on the COntrary.COOL MEMORIES V the intersection of all these wills. 'It is not true that the unconscious goal in the evolution of every con. The photographic film A woman may have all the marks of being a woman and yet not be one. A universe consisting of antagonistic impulses. dating the real technically.7 happiness neither higher nor lower but simply its OWn' 32 . The sex itself is not enough . The virtual. so repressed illu. etc.) is its "high est happiness". nothing 'negationist' about it. against the sunlight. sion takes its revenge on reality through the virtual (which no longer has anything to do with illusion).it takes femininity to make a woman. in its project of liqui. from of the capture them. JUst as repressed sexuality has taken its revenge in the total hegemony of the sexual (which no longer has anything to do with sex). like black. in which everything is lucky or ill-fated _ isn't that more uplifting than the mere preoccupation with causes and consequences? The downplaying of reality is a philosophical intuition and there is.

in fact. the way Chuang Tzu's butcher's knife cuts through the interstices of the animal's body. No need for an extra-terrestrial species for that: otherness is there. in which it can be reflected. as in an immense mirror. and it is everywhere a challenge to consciousness as it conceives itself hegemonically and as sole judge of the existence of the world. That is a distorting mirror which prevents us from seeing that the confrontation already exists outside of consciousness. But.COOL MEMORIES V mistic lifting Language . to invent another race. As soon as it means something. Space is never under house arrest here.. re • IS • • . - . they give the desert sanctuary.has a fine ring to it when it has no meaning (in magic. in reflecting itself. the towns and villages are not a refuge from the desert. all it would be doing is verifying its existence. they weave it into the houses or the inner courtyards. instead of exiling it to a now captive urban space? We shouldn't have to travel through space.any language . Now. in the unfolding of the world without us. it is.. It is possible that the human species hopes. language merely peddles the banality of the common speech of all languages the world over. but it is not sufficient to- e. consciousness is sufficient for knowing oneself. where the dusting of sand is the same. IqUl- ony ilIullly- In this country. in the spaces of beaten earth where camels. children and women mingle freely. I . Shouldn't all architecture be inspired by the void and make it circulate in this way. in the animal. ' There is a great presumptuousness in wishing to measure oneself against some other species only on the basis of consciousness. donkeys. outside of us. it ought to travel through us. They do not fortify themselves against it. this meaningless language that exerts its charm on material things). )m 'Humanity will not be able to conceive itself as such until it encounters another conscious species . in the infra-human. by way of artificial intelligence. 33 .

too many ideas and too many words to express them .COOL MEMORIES V for conceiving oneself. the Unconscious and the proletariat are emigrating to subtropical latitudes. it can only measure itself against something bigger. Christianity and psychoanalysis have found refuge in Latin America. and he is accused of racism. are relocating to the Third World. in the order of the world. It is. that there is too much of everything everywhere. for example. Let us retain for events the power of the event. too many images on television. Too many people. we have to be challenged in our very consciousness by all that does not enjoy this 'higher' consciousness. The great ideologies. Marxism. 'too many notes in Mozart'. more generally. 34 . Regarding Stockhausen's declaration on the destruction of the Twin Towers as the finest work of art of modern times.' says Renaud Camus. too many young people among the young. ultimately. but which nonetheless. why does it have to be a 'work of art'? Why must the sanction for the sublime and the exceptional always come from art? It's a scandalous misconception to attach the same high-class label of 'art' and performance to September 11th and the Palais de Tokyo. too many places. God. And. For that. is the equal of consciousness. like the big companies. the worst of it is that there's too much culture on France Culture. But the problem lies elsewhere and goes far beyond the Jewish question. Consciousness is sovereign only in the terms of the representation of the world it imposes. 'There are too many Jews on the France Culture radio station. In the symbolic order.too many old people among the old. and imposes on itself.

All the more so as terrorism has no more meaning or clear consequences than it has objective causes. which it can savour through the bitterness. "atm subIcat- • The definition of man is narrowing to the point of merging with his mastication coefficient. in a sense. and hence to submit it to a moral judgement. too sand I. Yet she should know something about this: namely. K. But it is increasingly difficult to rescue the order of discourse in this disorder of things. K. says Nhere ere is S. Does J. and hence.COOL MEMORIES V cont which msness. the self-directed Schadenfreude that is one of the variants on the spectrum of misfortune. This mortification is particularly noticeable among the most celebrated. the inhuman that is the distinctive mark of the human in the animal kingdom . . 35 . too i that Humanity needs injustice. a psychoanalyst. dream of a politically correct Unconscious? Twin to be a )tional ~ same Palais ~ t. I of the an only ~ry J.. The acting-out to which it attests is something quite other than the current events that result from it (including war). it is a disorder of reason. and desperately seeking to rescue its right of oversight. As much as a violence in the realm of things. speaks of 'a collective Unconscious in collusion with the terrorists'. who like to see themselves as betrayed and misunderstood. his loadbearing polygon. but also an intellectual caste at odds with itself. that it is ridiculous to condemn the 'collusion' of the Unconscious with any political act whatever. 8 It is the practice of evil. his basic metabolism and his intelligence quotient. September 11th revealed not only the fragility of global power.

for the suffering of human beings has become similar to that of beasts and tree" it too has nothing to exchange itself for. which makes their annihi. Tremendous. ours. The inhuman condition of the 'inferior' creatures has become OUr OWn. ago there lived 'another human species' _ the If it is true. it is not certain that We really did win out. OUr first aim would be to subjugate or destroy iL) Why is it that in twin forms there always has to be one that diesl Why do We always have a subject? duality everywhere to establish the monopoly of a species. to ensure OUr hegemony. Animals and inanimate living things are not even granted one. The shadow of this vanished human species weighs heavy on all OUr anthropology. to Wipe out Having said this. this lust to eliminate every other racel (It is a good bet that if any other race emerged from space. But that consciousness is a privilege and suffering is its mirror. lined up like corpses in a mass grave). The destinies are equalling up today. vived. since OUr entire concept of evolution privi. And what if it Were not the only onel Then that's the end of OUr privilege. What if we 36 . a race. it has been consciousness that has made the suffering and death of the human being more moving than that of Other living creatures. And where does this passion for universality come from. COOL MEMORIES V Traditionally. if this other species had to disappear. their sacrifice the mOre poignant. the one that Sur. leges the eXclusive universality of a single humanity.. nothing redeems it any more in Some other (even inner) world. lation the more unjust (the thousands of trees felled in the forest. then the rules of the game of being human are no longer the same. And this makes us more sensitive to the suffering they endure. this prehistoric double. U We had to eliminate this twin. Thirty thousand years Neanderthals. it is symbolically more important than the fact that man is descended from the apes.

nimais and • lelr annihi:t.COOL MEMORIES V lffering and g creatures.each would like to be 37 .ades is becoming blind and sightless. the stubborn heir to all the previous murders. of escaping the mirror stage. for the greater glory of Homo sapiens. the traces of which we shall doubtless never recover. And this I were carrying that double within us like a dead twin? And perhaps many others. thanks to the screen of transparency. have . The eternal question from the other: What am I to you? What are you to me? A veiled challenge. Isn't this a worse profaning of the Shoah than holocaust-denial? lust to lerged it that . are we not now duplicating ourselves for the worse . in which the species. t man is s weighs In privi- hat SUrof Our ensure of the In the exhibition at the Louvre on 'Painting and Crime'. photos of Auschwitz are shown alongisde bloody videos by the Vienna Actionists. Even architecture behind its glass fac. Everything shares in this phantasm of being eclipsed. in a kind of Unconscious. to which the only response is clearly: You are everything to me! I am everything to you! Each would like to be everything to the other . like any object transferred into the ritual space of the museum. lined up lan beings exchange (orid.the A general tendency to invisibility as veil. becomes a 'ready-made' .in that artificial twinness of the clone. Having achieved the unity of the species. to conformism as blindness. To see nothing so as not to be seen. if We Any value system transferred en bloc into the ritual space of discourse. prolongs itself as spectre in an infinite repetition? Over the screen of our consciousness and our Unconscious hovers the shadow of this original crime. The . denying its origins once and for all. race . es' .

This already tends to vanish on waking. ultimately. A kind of jealous reciprocity. in which everything that has assumed the form of history culminates. But objects too know _ and know better than we do . But the others. we palm it off on assembly line. on automatic pilot.I COOL MEMORIES V everything to himself/herself (since.to move off and remain silent. The sad thing is that it's impossible as soon as you ask the question: there is a gulf separating the question from the response. then.objects. towns. can only aspire to history or. in a disembodied present. Their extinction is a prelude to the extinction of night in a future universe. to console them. but inanimate ones .as it was best for Orpheus never to turn around to Eurydice after emerging from the Underworld. would be never to try to clarify the matter . The best thing. in the sense that it is uofolding on its own.including Western power. history is over for us. places.everything makes this total demand. Those who have not entered it want history. daytime Consciousness exists only by this nocturnal transfusion of dreams. as deep as the gulf that separates us from the other. In fact. Actual reality is no longer even actual enough to preserve the differential of the dream. to which we respond. the crucial question is: what am I to myself?). destroy its symbols . possibly. with a profound indifference. faces _ ask us this same metaphysical question: what am I to you? Not only living creatures. landscapes. like a second-hand vehicle or an 38 . All around us . most often. them on a spare-part basis. Now. And. those who haven't experienced this stage. and most often in a loop: we are through the looking glass of history.

objects.as it Was best for Orpheus never to turn around to Eurydice after emerging from the Underworld. most often. as deep as the gulf that separates us from the other. All around us . sciousness exists only by this nocturnal transfusion of dreams. like a second-hand vehicle or an 38 . possibly. faces _ ask us this same metaphysical question: what am I to you? Not only living creatures. But objects too ko ow we do . in the sense that it is unfolding on its Own. but inanimate ones _ everything makes this total demand. to which we respond. _ and know better than with a profound indifference.COOL MEMORIES V everything to himseJli'herself (since. in a disemhodied present.including Western power. on automatic pilot. to console them. The best thing. then. daytime can. we palm it off on assembly line. those who haven't experienced this stage. And. This already tends to vanish on waking. the crucial question i" what am I to myself?). A kind of jealous reciprocity. Those who have not entered it Want history. Their extinction is a prelude to the extinction of night in a future universe. ultimately. would be never to try to clarify the matter . But the others. in which everything that has assumed the form of history culminates. them on a spare-part basis. can only aspire to history or. history is OVer for us. Actual reality is no longer even actual enough to preserve the differential of the dream. In fact. towns. places. landscapes. and most often in a loop: We are through the looking glass of history. The sad thing is that it's impossible as soon as you ask the question: there is a gulf separating the question from the response.to move off and remain silent. Now. destroy its symbols .

As though it had already survived you. 19 l't Just as the dying are cryogenized in the expectation that they will be resuscitated when we have acquired the key to curing their illness. it is like a wildcat. You cannot caress reality. There is no equivalent in the human species. and yet so far removed (a spatial depth. d - > 39 . that anarchist ~ho wanted to blow up the Greenwich mendlan .COOL MEMORIES V is: what • 1estlOn: ·he gulf r to try und to The most idealistic. renon- 'fl . It is six hundred years old and can expect to live until the twenty-seventh century. measurable in light-years) that all anxiety is dispelled. You even feel a little immortal through this tree that has survived so many of its descendants. no one lives to be proportionately as old as the four-thousand-year-old spruces of deepest Arizona. 1S this The Red Cedar of Vancouver. You can caress a dream. like a domestic cat. Colonial reason is whitewashed by the blacks.to free the people from TIme. we should preserve major criminals in liquid nitrogen and revive them when we have discovered the secret of justice. There is something disturbing about finding yourself in front of a living thing which you know will be there in six centuries' time. against a background of colonization and historical guilt. Only the black participants speak up for the values in whose name they were enslaved. the most pre-Raphaelite form of terrorism is certainly that of the Secre~ ~gent (Conrad). s this than )ften. ts In a conference on humanism: the Westerners contest universal values. You feel dead in advance.

end of story. phantasms and duplicity. to say There is as little reason to speak of corruption in the political order as of perversion in the psychical order. The inspiration that had expanded these walls. Everything seems smaller. not to mention obsession and cruelty. dream only of obliterating its traces. Die 4ussersten Dinge mit der 4ussersten Gelassenheit sagen. 40 . others. Seeing Nantene and the university again twenty years on. But the the words intact. the event isthat had transfigured this place have vanished. Thought considered as infantile disorder of artificial intelligence. ressentiment and the many different nuances of character.COOL MEMORIES V When some dream only of transforming the world. memory of extreme things with extreme composure. It's like revisiting the haunts of one's childhood. Ideas do not give forth light and their light SOurce is elsewhere. But they have a shadow and that shadow moves with the sun. Everything about it is immoral. The image considered as infantile disorder of representation. Les evene_ . as Mandeville rightly said. Our entire mental universe may be said to be pervers". Any attempt at mental regulation is as pointless as the endeavour of moralizing the social world. regarding i as having disappeared. that of evil by evil. there are in it only defences and evasions. That is how it is. ments too have shrunk away to nothing. The real considered as infantile disorder of the virtual. The balance is always.

What are things coming to if we have to deal with the fake kind?' It is for this reason that a fake hold-up was in the past punished more severely than a real one. gence. That is doubtless true in terms of a vulgar economy of happiness. 41 . :'s like revisLes evened expanded led. that is a violation. but it is not at all true at the symbolic level. If they admit they are in league with him. When Afghan women are forced to remove their veils 'spontaneously'. A police spokesman declares: 'We already have so many problems with genuine violent crime. as A bus driver who falsely claims to have been assaulted is found guilty of wasting police time. You cannot say the same of good fortune: there is never an I. Forcing someone to be free is worse than enslaving them. It . In French. But the ~en: to say al order as lay be said tasms and I the many lat is how less as the lways.and freedom . • 'Being out of luck'.COOL MEMORIES V . regarding it Our idea is that pleasure . then they are disobeying him (since he forbids them to admit to being witches) and they are spared. even if they are inflicted on you.rolllc tWist to the excess of good fortune. Satan and witches. One always thinks one deserves ' . Those who protest their innocence are burned. Naturally.an of setbacks ends up becoming a game and imparting a different twist ~o III fortune. The hoax is evil raised to the second power.are positive values and that they are to be preferred. And faking good? Isn't a fake 'good deed' worse than a bad one? 'e. for faking evil is even more serious than evil. Giving pleasure forcibly is worse than taking it forcibly. this is not grasped in the simplistic vision of human rights. we say 'jouer de malheur': the accumulati.

This is what the game show host in The Truman Show is saying: 'There 42 . as those heard at the top private ._..... Innocence. One has to know how to infiltrate tne subtle networks that secrete this principle of legitimacy.. in the private and public galleries. symbolic rule that no player must be bigger than the game itself. do.. ~u The demarcation line of Art is as fierce as the demarcation line of power.. - . They are all criteria of legitimacy.. because that slavery is irremediable that so many people desire it. 'masterpieces'. The existence of an artificial world at the very heart of reality poses no more problems than the existence of the real at the heart of an artificial universe. no one would wish for death. 'The slavery of death is the root of all slavery. from the most abstract to the most academic. .. were not irremediable who would desire it?' An enigmatic Proposition.. the mystery remains because it is just as difficult to say in what way these <. though less pretentious. Where are the differentiating criteria? There is none that is objective. . Either: if it were possible to avoid it.COOL MEMORIES V Nothing stranger and more pathos-laden than the Sunday Marche de fa Creation on this Paris boulevard.' says Canetti. ings.. without exception... that mild form of mental deficiency.• That everything exceptional is doomed to be destroyed derives from the. daubs and so many other paintings. has the same aphrodisiac effect as softness of skin. Or: it is . 'and if it . A fine selection of kitsch daubs.... The Sunday artists exchange remarks about art that are j as senseless.

0. the fact that our destiny is televisual ('We can't let him die in front of a live audience'. incomprehensible surface. it is • The tactile recollection of dreams: we no longer remember them. Then a subjective. instinctive form. . luminous. • A certain mix of dreams and insomnia. And the more artificial it is.He was born in front of a live audience') changes nothing. 'm the ! if it tIOn. but we sense them as an object we might finger in the dark or as a vague. it is simply a function equivalent to the circulation of the blood and artificial respiration. Everyone tends to take t heir environment. >di- Thinking takes on first a conceptual. itsch and mic. power. the more it transforms the belief in reality into a natural tendency. ate the • is no more truth out there than there is in the world I created for you.' So.0 • lI- re Writing is the living alternative to the worst of what it says . But ~hese are. for reality. Then an animal. '. Both are closer to the primal scene. automatic form. Most often we dreanl in black and white and wake up in colour.e Vlew• l]ectlVe. Then a reflex.COOL MEMORIES V morning. Dreams are closer to early cinema (or early cinema is closer to dreams). whatever it may be. which may last for hours and stand in for sleep. while leaving the impression of a sleepless night. There was a dramaturgy of art and language: transfiguring the real into 43 . metaphorical form. TIes. are are just r . affective form. the scene of light and shadows. At that point. finally.

the staff are all miserable. such as Nietzsche had. today that art and language have the opposite function of making everything conform to ordinariness: without end and without resolution. then better to give up speaking right away. It seems.is that I am not the spider who weaves the web. Every second takes a minute. every minute an hour. Others prefer to deny it. Time here is prodigiously slowed. If the truth of what you say is in what you don't say. The village is deserted. To live in such a place. If the truth of what you say is in your actions. bloodstained ending. It is raining.what I can never really see. or I will go mad . Even the cows howl despairingly in the fog. A single interesting figure: the whiteness of face.COOL MEMORIES V lyricism and violence. then better to give up . 'What is really happening . and I am not even a fly 44 . the blue of the eyes _ this Nordic type of negative beauty in which you can see the sun setting over the lakes of Finland in the faint stellar light of the wintry sky. thinking immediately. and take their delight without being aware of it. If the truth of what you think is in what you say. a gigantic voltage differential between sublime nature and cerebral convolution. Saas Fee. the hair so pale. you need an inner flame. At the Happy Bar. then you might as well remain silent. giving history a heroic. You can take a profound delight in horrendous things (World Trade Center) and not be happy to be so delighted. every hour a century.

I am the web itself. and dies of it. The crustacean that wanders beneath the sea until it finds a fixed point.who would hold it against them? Ultimate responsibility is light years away. Trade t. and of the species itself in its transgenic frenzy. and without which we cannot survive.just as the scorpion cannot prevent itself from killing the frog that gets it across the river.che had . 1 . it devours its own brain. you understand why it's free. Once secured to that spot. to give up to give up might as Cancer is the epitome of all our pathologies: the subdivision of cells to infinity provides a reflection of the proliferation of everything. In this same way. In fact they do not know they are starting a new war.' mad a fly The powerful of this world are gathered in Rome to sign a treaty 'that puts a final end to the Cold War'. ::onvolute. every The worm that devours the parasite that enables it to digest. we devour the Nothing that enables us to digest the world. But we cannot prevent ourselves from doing so . of which they are the first victims: they remained parked on the 45 . which is now useless since it served it only to find this landing place. and Contemporary art summed up by a London taxi driver outside Tate Modern: 'When you go in. It seems g everything caught in the web.COOL MEMORIES V ing.this Iver the Heavenly bodies are irresponsible . streaming off in all directions with no centre and no self that I can call my own' (James Elkins). vs howl nterest·s .

But isn't it already matter that writes us and thinks us . which is that of space and emptiness. And. dass die Materie einmal anfange.the whole panoply of this new cold war. The hell of the ghostly ideas that signal to you from a very great distance and which you are no longer able to formulate. 'Die Menschen schreiben viel uber das Wesen der Materie .ich wunschte. surrounded by armoured cars. they will be forgotten: global power will be so distant that it will have become allegorical. in order to decide the fate of the world in all equanimity. uber das menschliche Gemut zu schreiben. as sidereal as the void that surrounds it. The hell of the signs you no longer decipher and which you are forced to manipulate as in a dream. ' 'Human beings write a great deal about the essence of matter. To recover the only freedom.COOL MEMORIES V tarmac. of perpetual deterrence and faceless terrorism. Hell will be the perpetual duty of conviviality and communication: endlessly greeting people who recognize you and whom you don't recognize. Of all things. It would be nice for matter to begin to write about the human mind' (Lichtenberg). later still. names and faces you can't recall.through the coming-to-pass of the world in its literalness? 46 . Impossible to imagine dying anywhere else than in the silence of the desert. barbed wire and helicopters . the cold war of armed security. not to pass away amid sound and fury. One day they will choose to put themselves into orbit for greater security. The hell of the words. For the G8 at Alberta they did even better: they locked themselves away deep in a northern forest 150 kilometres from any inhabited area.

it's its brother. without ceasing to be America.' And we invoke the Unconscious. In this way America will have become black. but passes through them to strike elsewhere. every molecule of the American nation will have come from somewhere else. we say: 'It's too good to be true. I . It will even be the more mythically American for no longer being so fundamentally. If it isn't I. Indian. All imputations of nihilism and imposture originate in the same conspiracy as that of the imbeciles in the political sphere. he is capable of anything!' Involuntary witticism: he believes he is saying man is capable of the best of things. our masochism and our death drive to the ill-will of the gods. If it isn't the id. That is always better than an external demon. Hispanic. declares. ego. in a pathos-laden flight of oratory: 'I believe in man. But the Unconscious itself is too good to be true. We prefer our perverse desires. And all the more 47 . the way a body changes cells without ceasing to be the same body. Behind all that might there not be some cruel divinity or some external fate? But we prefer the id and the drives that are the psychical reappropriation of these things. It is in this way that imbecility flows through enlightened minds and the most open of them become the best vehicles for a stupidity that does not truly reflect who they are. A. Puerto Rican. . J. then it's the id. In the end.COOL MEMORIES V Of multiple unfathomable coincidences or complicities. but is he not with this same phrase saying that man is capable of the worst (though that is also just as valid a reason to believe in him)? Language retains something of the inextricable confusion of good and evil.

Pope John Paul II beatifies with abandon: 1. any of us may find apostolic glory. the cliffs of Vingrau. like Germaine. The apostles' privileges are at an end: anyone can have his fifteen minutes of apostolic fame. the Cathar citadels . they are endlessly demonizing reality. then in mild hallucinations. became Saint Germaine of Cubrac. since the founding fathers themselves came from elsewhere). in the end. And.941 beatifications during his papacy alone . rediscovered intact forty years after her death. Like that simple soul. before ending in euphoric confuSlOn. the ile Sainte-Lucie. Everything here . where insidious. the beach.is always sublime. the sun. Fortunately. And all the more imperialist for being led by the descendants of slaves. The tiredness induced by a long walk expresses itself first in a trancelike state. that humble servant of Cubrac. but unreally so. the revolutionaries threw it into quicklime) and who. • 48 . the marvelsof-Peru. It is a living memory that is brilliantly exceptional. but it has no echo now.COOL MEMORIES V fundamentalist for no longer having any fundament (if indeed it ever had any. The homily of the cure of Leucate on this 16 June 2002: television and the media speak constantly of evil and misfortune. performed miracles (though a century later. he proclaims that we are all potential apostles. And all the more integrist for having become multi-racial and multicultural. in particular.the wind. who lived in the early seventeenth century and whose body. aggressive thoughts bubble up without your realizing it. PIa de Fitou (the white ghost of the windmills).more than all the other popes put together.

and the art of using one's own misfortune as a credit card. The problem is not to be different. just as there isn't a meaning for every word (the characteristic of meaning is that not everything has it). For the Japanese. Intelligence is analysing things as they are. This is how everyone ends up alone. Imagination is conceiving them as they could be. even in their repetition. Magic is making them occur the way you conceive them. dispossessed of both their singularity and their difference. Once all protection is secured. which does not even allow the signals from the body to show through. the most commonplace individual and the most mundane object are both singular. Morality is conceiving them as they should be. by contrast. Today we have only the mental hygiene of the victim.COOL MEMORIES V The hypochondriacal obsession. But there isn't difference for everyone. that is an obligation. The panda that is having trouble reproducing: they show him porn films to rouse his libido. evidence of guilt in a trial that is permanently suspended. Wariness of one's nearest and dearest. 49 . it is from the inside that the body is overexposed to all assaults and disruptions. as though they were potential witnesses for the prosecution in your existence. There is no longer any interest in the mental hygiene of killers. For us. Against the disorders that ensue there is only the character armour.

. . . " " " Paris-Plage: the operation would be perfect if an oil slick drifted in to pollute this pretty little beach. Suddenly they see it loom up in the form of a very beautiful woman who boards the Orient Express and comes to sit at their table. fascinated by the Meaning of Existence and transfigured by Self-Knowledge. she signals her presence to a privileged few. But from time to time. You can go from Good to Evil simply by changing scale. Can you imagine that? Dining with the meaning of existence! A marvellous allegory: the meaning of existence there in flesh and blood! The ideal would clearly be to sleep with her. and they hope she is going to join them for the night. . ' "-. .. But the bitch prefers to take off with the guard. down the lift shaft. she simply vanishes: she was nothing but a ghost and seductress. You can go from the sublime to the banal by changing the lighting. They meet up with her again at Delphi. throw themselves off the rock into the abyss. In the end.COOL MEMORIES V Chirac (his puppet) interviewed on Canal Plus on Les Guignols. . like all the tourists dazzled by self-knowledge. this time in the guise of the Pythia. wherever it has been sighted. In this way you can go from the false to the true simply by changing channel. Two journalists set off to track down the Meaning of Existence throughout the world. The Meaning of Existence. j. !' . . here and there (for she is still at large).9 then immediately afterwards on TFl by the same presenter. with the crowd of tourists who. Then the illusion would be total: the beach 50 .-C •ie- . You can go from life to death without noticing. Fruttero (this fable is by Fruttero and Lucentini) recently put an end to his pursuit of the meaning of existence by throwing himself...

A great model for future generations. 51 . It's as though they had been dropped into quicklime. The voice of God grants what is requested by what it refuses. he must make good the debt. The event has more or less vanished into thin air. WTC: no trace of the bodies of the 3. Woman grants what is requested only by what she refuses. of automatic piloting of the vital functions in their death throes. silent.COOL MEMORIES V attendants would be transformed into ecological clean-up agents. Living experience of brain-death. of spirituality on a life-support system. they would have stopped sunbathing stupid. pellicularized. Or the Japanese story of the woman who lets the girl drown because. Therein consists the true vision of God'.' When he has cured the patient. Gregory of Nyssa: 'The audacious demand of the soul is to take its pleasure face-to-face. that is to say. Therein consists the 'true vision of woman. of witness: witness to the possibility that the human race can live beyond death.000 victims. Having made good the body. God would not have shown Himself if the sight of Him were such as to arrest the desire of the seer. The scrap metal and the rubble are auctioned off. All the images without the sound. it is the shaman who must give something in exchange. The audacious demand of man is to take his pleasure body-to-body. The pope has reached the state of 'martyr'. She would not give herself if man's enjoyment were to be such that she would have arrested his desire. vitrified.

Feminism. Including terrorism: the caricature of terror? In the past. whose existence we attempt desperately to verify by the very means that make it improbable. It is the wide scope for action within 52 .lO Everywhere today we see the same crusade against wrongdoers. sexual emancipation and the emancipation of trade are the drip-feed of global domination. if she saves her life. of the human. Already God existed only in the desperate attempt to prove his existence. The global power's domination of the rest of the world mirrors the hegemony of the human race over other living creatures. humanism: all words with the suffix '-ism' are the caricature of their root. it is quite the opposite. the British ensured their hold on the whole of East Africa by way of their 'crusade' to abolish slavery. populism. Indifference to politics is said to be due to the disintegration of the social bond. it is not clear how this 'superiority' of the human species over all the others would be given up. Emancipation from the veil.COOL MEMORIES V she says. Our entire psychology fails before these ancestral rules. It is the same today with human beings. infidels. of the people. Now. In fact. renegades against the gospel of modernity. the child will owe her such an obligation it will be unbearable. Of women. breaking up traditional society by emancipating the slaves (Memoirs of an Arabian Princess from Zanzibar).

Solitude was a state of mind. Existence. no one feels it any more. almost by necessity. The melancholy tone has disappeared. of the pathos of solitude. Isolation and insularity are states of fact. comes back. Levi-Strauss used to talk about the 'signifiant {Lottant'. but of which we no longer have the concept . We might speak today of the 'insignifiant {Lottant'. the 'floating signifier' of language. He suddenly felt a pain that was as violent as if it were real.COOL MEMORIES V civil society and the intensification of communication networks . or rather extra-territorialized from inside. There is today only psychical isolation. mental. Everyone is deterritorialized. but refractoriness.not even protest.together with the promotion of a freedom whose perpetual benefits we enjoy. 53 . No one speaks of it any more. And what it refracts is the hidden side of politics. Those who forge straight ahead will never know where they have come from. Strange disappearance of the idea of solitude. sensory insulation. the floating in-signifier of politics: mass political indifference . the side that eludes the artificial light of the electoral system. similar to the stucco angel whose extremities meet in a curved mirror.that create the absenteeism from oneself and from others of which political absenteeism is merely a symptom. to a state of radicality and silence. The ideal existence is the one that lasts long enough to come back to this point of origin.

As gripping as the televisual collapse of the Twin Towers. We ask computers to become intelligent or. Unlike Auschwitz. intensifying the sense of good fortune at having escaped it. conscious of their operation.COOL MEMORIES V The gripping narrative. from the outside. in this case those who were stuck up there had the time to speak from the interior of death. 'Shalmaneser'. which became the means of communication with the dead.!! It has its own form of jubilation and operates without thinking. Yet what is the consciousness of a machine but the pale allegory of the will of its programmers? (The same has been said of God and his creature: what is the consciousness of man but the pale reflection of the will of his creator?) But haven't human beings had enough of their own consciousness anyway? Why deck machines out with it? Except to be rid of it? Passing consciousness and intelligence on to machines so as to be rid both of machines and intelligence. To rig it out with a consciousness is to push it to suicide: it can no longer even see itself as a machine. minute by minute. of the people trapped in the upper storeys of the World Trade Center . these real-life echoes of certain death correspond to a different phantasm: that of having lived that indescribable death from the inside . If the images fulfilled the desire to enjoy the spectacle of the catastrophe live. of which it has been said that the only true witnesses were those who did not return and hence have never spoken of it.the illusion of experiencing the event to the end. in other words.thanks to the mobile phone. the supercomputer of Stand on Zanzibar doesn't need a consciousness as added extra. from the inside. But this transfiguration is never perfect: one would have had to have died there oneself. 54 .

This is what human beings are currently testing out on themselves by carrying themselves beyond their specific sphere. art fairs and book fairs. Ground Zero. to see the effect this change has on the interaction between all the variables. . Remove the words from language one by one: a mental technique. symposiums. • . like the ape. where they. The generations steeped in the virtual will never have known the Real. a single one. But this is nothing in relation to the possibility. sterile and faultless. will never have known pleasure. and for the same reason: because they will no longer be able to see themselves as human beings. With so many spectacles. festivals. empty. of never knowing death. More serious is the case of those who. from the value system. Remove a value. will be left with only the solution of suicide. To see. zero deaths) is the current form of perfection. But that is not so serious if we accept that the Real is merely a referential illusion. Remove a tower block or two from the global landscape. zero risk. Remove a single variable.. I 55 . It is the nil-sum equation. The ape is developed to the point where it prefers to kill itself because it can no longer even see itself as an ape. or at least for a period of latency. which was previously the prerogative of human beings.COOL MEMORIES V A mad idea is to manipulate apes genetically to the point where they conceive the idea of suicide. Zero (degree zero. for long enough to recover the savour of a book or the silence of images. steeped in sex and images of sex. for future generations. that of the Messianic International. the desire for a sudden cultural recession.

'What will come of it. following which a kind of nuclear winter spread over the planet. but also new ones to emerge. is the rarefaction of forms.COOL MEMORIES V defined by the elimination of all variables. Unfortunately. as if by a sign from God. das wissen wir nicht' (Holderlin). the latter were most often smaller in scale and it can hardly be otherwise with the human race and social groups. What lies in wait for us. September 11th will have had the same impact as the asteroid 65 million years ago.for a time. there is no longer any difference between the perfection of life and that of death. 'Was daraus kommt. That nothing as extraordinary as September 11 th can happen for a very long time gives us a certain sense of immortality. Does the power of anti-matter come from its being able to annihilate matter while obeying the same laws. favouring a proliferation of elementary organisms. It will stand in as a future for us . or does it not in fact obey the same laws at all? Does any opposing power enter into the same game as the order it destabilizes or does it destabilize it by changing the rules of the game? Relatively speaking. we know not.' You can't ask someone who has himself become an icon for a solution to the problem of the image. causing innumerable species to disappear. in this sort of anthropological winter. In this sense. wie von Gottes Wink. 56 . then.

the only hope is for a meeting in a previous life. trapezoidal. Further on. The Ecliptic of Sex. But whether or not the ritual is authentic. Today it is good which presides over that fulfilment. and the husband on horseback ahead of her. The snakelike lines of the tiniest streams. temptation by the devil. A whole parade of luminous figures. The Hypotenuse of Death. Through the mist acting like frosted glass. Overflying the deserts of Siberia. that of evil. The temptation to fulfil all desires was. the sun picks out the circumvolutions of countless rivers as though with a fine paintbrush. The smallest liquid surface is a transparency viewer. In fact. the boatmen keeping their balance. The Diagonal of the Madman. The illusion of travel is that things seem more singular as they move away from their centre of gravity. Given the low likelihood of a meeting in this life or a future existence. translucent sail on the river. in the past.COOL MEMORIES V The little orange. but it 57 . the bride in her palanquin. stretching over hundreds of miles. there is the same racial beauty in all the faces. The Parallax of Evil. But that illusion is precious. what we have here is a fake traditional Korean wedding and a TV shoot.

A homeless man turns up. It is then that he rejects it. The logic of distinction is. balancing on his crutches. a precious vestige of the bygone time of signs and sign-value. at bottom. though imperceptible in the equivalence of images. Not for long. sniggering. In full view. sucked up. Immediately a charitable person rushes to pick it up and give it back to him. by the void. the golden age of symbolic violence. the only antidote to democratic erosion and the great game of equality of opportunity. privileges . rivalry. with one foot in plaster. Italo Svevo adds that naturally something which can be imagined with such exactness does not actually need to happen. deriding the benefactor with an obscene gesture. challenge. It is doubtless as absurd to wish to eliminate that violence as any other. Is it better to stop the haemorrhage and live in a state of perpetual transfusion? Dreaming that he is awarded a literary prize and sells a hundred thousand copies of his book. If they put the crutch next to him on the table. We no longer aspire to anything. A crazy scene. he knocks it off with the back of his hand and waits for the next fall-guy to come along. we are aspirated. as though he had dropped it. 58 . Prestige.it was. the loss of which. Difficult to convey the violence of the scene. which lasts for half an hour. Suddenly he throws one of his crutches down on the pavement. is even more serious than the loss of the real. Glass-fronted terrace at pavement level.COOL MEMORIES V is no longer the fulfilment of a desire or an impulse of our own. And he waits. ultimately. Montparnasse.

Yet that version. It keeps us alert to the truthfulness of all the 'facts' we are presented with.. Once the analysis of causes is complete. all shocked by the merry cynicism with which he re-sets his trap. calculated innocence. he picks up his crutch and wanders off unconcerned. the disillusionment. An offence against reality is worse than offending against public decency. causes are merely a diversion. total contempt.COOL MEMORIES V The passers-by have varied reactions to the insult. When he has had enough. 12 Opprobrium rains down on the media: this is morally unacceptable! You have no right to toy with reality in this way. effects have not the slightest interest in them.some time before in a studio near London. an act of barbarous. Participation assured.by Stanley Kubrick . awaiting his next victim. 59 . everything is as it was: the pain. Calling to mind that story of Dostoevsky telling Turgenev that he once raped a little girl. others almost embarrassed by this act of conventional charity. His mockery was much too straightforward and fierce. especially now that it has become part of world heritage. They are stupefied some mortified. A Bunuel-style act.. is much closer to a truth than if it were authentic. even if objectively false. Where will he end the night? Was it a performance (a candid camera stunt)? But no: he really looked like a refugee from the Threepenny Opera and there was no air of modish provocation about him. you . 'Why are you telling me this?' asks Turgenev. A recent documentary supposing that the first pictures taken on the moon in 1969 were in reality filmed .. In fact.. the desire . 'Because I despise .

At the Commission of Special Dispensations and Silence. comfortable. . men can only die for it. lie for it. 60 . He is. No one. is very real.. At the Bureau of Protests and Desires. the chienne.COOL MEMORIES V It is entirely as though God had abandoned all responsibility for the world he created. ultimately. The hypocrisy is in the confusion of the iconic woman with the real one. imperial civilization. Isabelle arrives on the TV set with a deep plunging neckline to condemn the prostitution of the female body in advertising and pornography. kill and wound for it.'13 This applies word for word to global. and which he is resolved now merely to watch as a disgusted spectator. though she advances behind a veil. can wish it to triumph. Isabelle. in the intimate depths of his being. Borges: 'Nazism suffers from unreality. with her transparent crepe de velours and her plunging neckline. I shall hazard this conjecture: Hitler wants to be defeated. it is unliveable. In the central solitude of those very people who profit by it. And why not? There is no contradiction in a chienne de garde 14 making herself seductive and sensual. 15 It is only in unveiling her ideology that she prostitutes herself. Hitler is collaborating blindly with the inevitable armies that will annihilate him . like Erigena's hells. And all are secretly won over to the forces that will destroy it. no longer anything but the expression of our resignation at this unacceptable world. It is uninhabitable.

in the same way as the anthropologists. In photography: viewfinder parallax. stop harassing matter and making it confess to anything in the name of gratuitous hypotheses. The discrepancy is not purely a technical one. The prostitution of the male body in fashion puts an end to the last heroic privilege of woman . Advancement is irresistible. It is. precisely thereby. It happens for better and for worse. It is thought they are too old to misuse it. culture comes free of charge. a product of the very fact of being photographed. as in some Western. For people of a certain age in this country. In astronomy: the difference between the real position of a star and its apparent position.that of being sacrificed to the gaze while concealing herself. microphysicists. seized with remorse. in a second nudity. and the angle between the two. 61 . have already done to the indigenous tribes lost for centuries in the depths of the jungle. holding the naked or hooded Arab on a leash. And hence also the incidence of the change of position of the observer on the observation of an object. You can see this too in the picture of the young American woman turned torturer in the jails of Iraq. the photographed image being offset from the object in the viewfinder. Parallax. Close your eyes to the cosmos.COOL MEMORIES V Astrophysicists. A fantastic advance by women on the path to total parity: no limits to sexual equality any longer. women-only club. for the object.

galleries.these are dance patterns. Objectively. But one may propose the opposite: subjectively. conferences and symposiums is much more catastrophic than the disappearance of the ozone layer. So it thwarts all forms of stability. Death is only ever that free future we dream of when we put off everything and consign all things to their future occurrence. The cultural greenhouse effect: the toxic cloud caused by emissions from millions of museums. The asphyxia caused by the activity of thousands of creative brains damages the quality of life more certainly than all the world's industrial pollution. of approaching the truth without ever succumbing to it. festivals. metalepsis . Patterns of near-contact and reversal. the world is an illusion: it can only appear to us. Objectively. Asymptote. And if no Tokyo Congress has yet managed to control technological pollution. clinamen. it has force of reality.COOL MEMORIES V An object so uneven and unbalanced from inside that it cannot even stand up against a wall. this is a whole non-linear geometry of theoretical space. the world is an illusion of our senses. of a theoretical object. parallax. It has no vertical to the ground or centre of gravity. Subjectively. I am speaking. what body could put a brake on cultural nuisance? 62 . of course. it is the opposite: we regard it spontaneously as real.

is the ideal rule).Better to kill a child than to harbour unsatisfied desires within oneself' (Kenzaburo Oe). Ressentiment is an empty. a shuttle movement of time's I I i . So we may conceive of a rule made up only of exceptions (that. of knowing the relief of escaping from it by waking. and confirms it. Someone who had slipped entirely from my memory turns up fifty years later. like the dirty money concealed by banking secrecy. useless passion only if it assumes a sentimental form. It is like a line drawn between two lives. 63 . says Lichtenberg. Lec .like S. is the exception. What establishes the rule.COOL MEMORIES V Language is expatriating itself into words that are afraid to mean anything. The tragedy of insomniacs is that they no longer even have the possibility of dreaming of reality . J. But that is true only of moral and grammatical rules. therefore. 'In the heart and the belly it continues to sing its poisonous song . We can bear ideas and events only when laundered by commentary.or. There is no exception to the symbolic rule.

and illusion itself cannot bear to remain illusion. So. irresistibly. like the child in The Shining. That too we want. But perhaps less deeply than we want its opposite. potency. According to a statistical study. 64 . with calculations of probability. There is something worse than being unmasked: not being unmasked. It is constantly prostituting itself to the world and actualizing itself in full view. does this mean that only twentyfive per cent of statistics are wrong or that twenty-five per cent are correct? This is how it is with calculations embedded within others and. Or else you have to go back over your tracks step by step. But life. And the political sphere is there only to mask this defection on our part by a trompe-/' oeil system of representation. pursued by his father in the labyrinth of ice. if this statistic is itself fifty per cent wrong. we want too. from which all logical distinction has disappeared. Thus the crime will have kept on leaving clues. such as it is. And force. Thinking is as difficult as walking in the snow without leaving tracks. Everything in-between seems to have happened in the twinkling of an eye. Political power exists only because we want absolutely none of it.COOL MEMORIES V arrow. more generally. fifty per cent of statistics are wrong.

Exactly the opposite of the night hours when ideas are close to waking dreams.. contrary to the opinion of the Enlightenment nostalgics. image-feed. all the sardonic artifices in which we play. the worst corruption as having a right to claim mitigating circumstances. You switch on your tele-prompter and set yourself to automatic pilot. our contemporary 'hubris'. this idealism.' said Nietzsche. Who would come and sit next to you in a near-empty cinema. monitors . 16 All this televisual conditioning: make-up. anguish. talking to himself while shaking his head incredulously. spotlights. is the excess of universal hybridization -like the fluorescent rabbit that is a cross between a rabbit and an octopus . The critical spirit is not dead. Excess today. on our own incredulity. War means destroying the enemy's quality of light.COOL MEMORIES V Unconditional praise of life and happiness. any slip-ups or sighs. The studio lights and the night in your head.and of making everything copulate with itself like the crepidula fornicata. Never any silence. which sees the worst catastrophes. smugly. except someone with criminal intent? 65 .. Existenz uber alles! This fierce optimism. It has simply metabolized into all the ironic procedures. 'The Last Man.

Might it not rather be human rights that have become a psychotic hallucination? Silicon breasts. • The lesson to be drawn from X's fatal fall after leaving a moronic show: only go to shows where you would not mind dying immediately after seeing them. rather. 66 . One cannot reasonably trust in the will. to clear the decks around a decision. leave it hanging. to give in to it. Choose: of all wars. the one that will not take place. One has. that 'rational' strategy that works only one time in ten. the least probable. The budget for a future film of the same event is put at 250 million dollars. They estimate that it cost 25 million dollars to prepare the World Trade Center attack. Fiction is far more expensive than reality. even when horizontal. Silicon thought. in a sense. as though being sucked in. To be willed by the decision itself. which never subside.COOL MEMORIES V Transsexuality: what was a psychotic hallucination has become one of our human rights. The decision then becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. with no thought for causes and effects. the sort that never gets flabby and that stands up on its own In any context. then let oneself slide into it. Of all possibilities.

Blanchot is dead and the homages are raining in. imbued with his ideas. forceps. abortion. in the very glorification of silence. the forbidden 67 . He could not have been unaware. cloning and twinning . Of all meditations. 'The snow is late'! Prevention. and his proselytes and commentators will. The cry of the mirror when the impact of the image strikes. the most untimely. along the walls. non-academic philosophy. at night. rippling and slithering from one wall to the next. The silence of the dust. it is the safety measures that are raging). though. all this philosophically correct philosophy of the unsaid. miscarriage. blackmailing with safety . The noise of the paint cracking.. a thwarted great game. that his self-effacement made him an object of insatiable curiosity (of an ironic kind. the absolute snobbery of absence. Distilled panic. Blanchot (like Duchamp) is the original and all the rest is a joke. Of all possible enemies. All this subtle.the paradigm of obstetrics and gynaecology is present everywhere in current events.COOL MEMORIES V Of all concepts.. Ultimately. the most inconceivable. The language of the weather forecast is as rigged as that of politics. contraception. phantom pregnancy. the one beneath all suspicion. of course!). himself. 'The elements are raging' (no.17 He will have lost his gamble of effacing effacement. have missed a fine opportunity to be silent.

And secondarily optimistic . and it distances man increasingly from sovereignty over the natural world. He is becoming increasingly eccentric today . The philosophical exigency is embodied in those who know nothing of it. the uneducated.COOL MEMORIES V and the inexpressible in the end merely reaps the dividends of an experience of thought that is not its own. and what it is not is precisely the world as it is. there is no need whatever to be a philosopher to play that particular game (self-effacement). in the days when he was not yet descended from the apes. Freud and the 'discovery' of the Unconscious . artificial extension of his own model. Everyone effaces himself but no one speaks about it.believing that the good always ends up going bad. Simple folk. After the three great revolutions . They have succeeded in effacing effacement. Darwin and the theory of evolution. the artless are the thought of Blanchot. The entire history of ordinary life is one of an effacement much more radical than that of thought yearning to disappear.believing that the system is best placed to put an end to itself. Moreover.Galileo and the end of geocentrism. which is not in any sense the real world. of which he was the centre in the days when the earth did not yet revolve around the sun. The modern form of negative theology: reality can be defined only by what it is not.a peripheral.our contemporary revolution is that of the virtual and of information technology. Being secondarily pessimistic . 68 .

but rather sucked along by the void. a body no longer seems to be propelled.much more difficult to decipher than the spiral of DNA. The water hurtling down in free fall creates. at the heart of the swirling waters. It does not battle against the flow. The trout ascending the waterfall does not do so by sheer effort.COOL MEMORIES V There are many ways of being witty and intelligent . Warhol had seen this.and. The only solution to the mechanization of man is Ie devenir-machine: becoming-machine. Intertwined spiral of life and death . lastly. by contrast. The dream of the virtual era. the same viruses and melancholia. A fine metaphor for desire and seduction: desire is a drive. with a time window on to a parallel universe. sexual and reproductive functions . They are often the same. to make it intelligent and soulful. 69 . a suction pulling in the opposite direction. 'interactive'. Beyond a certain speed. seduction is a strange attraction.almost as many as of not being. all trace of the human gone. He was the apotheosis of the machinic: total automatism. Like free electrons on the planet of the apes. to turn it into an associate 'anthropoid' with the same affective and intellectual. The trout seeks out this ascending flow and lets itself be carried upwards. is to wrest the machine from machinicity.

divided animals. everything must be stored away and put under seal . all these confused. In the cinema studios in Vancouver.including the famous genome . All these dreams of helplessness. we are all hermaphrodites. Right now. as much in our being as in our knowledge and our principles' (Siegfried Lenz). an impassable line . as the conventional interpretation has it. 'for fear of disturbing them or breaking their concentration'.not at all. of being locked up miles from anywhere. of forking paths. by the combined pressure of the mass of computer data and the continental drift. the bar of repression. indescribable episodes. who will exploit it as fossil material.COOL MEMORIES V 'In short. The most perfect synthesis of theory and practice is the vanishing of thought into the actual course of the world. one has the impression 70 . distress. We shall ourselves. it is specified contractually that no one must look the stars in the eyes. Right across the species.doubtless for the use of a later race. be transformed into a metamorphic deposit (the Unconscious already seems like a psychical residue of the Carboniferous). 'These thoughtless men who love life and do not see that their mistress cheats on them every day with death' (Schnitzler). but something more subtle of which we are the repressed. are expressions of the fact that one is coming close to a secret zone. gentlemen.

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the human race is merely turning in on itself and its origins, desperately gathering together its distress flares and dematerializing to transform itself into a message. But a message to whom?

Everyone is looking for a safe area, some form of permanent plot that can eclipse existence as a primary abode and protect us from death. The unfortunate thing is there aren't even any plots held in perpetuity in the cemeteries any more.

Double blindness: deluding oneself with the hope that Le Pen will disappear - in the illusory belief of recovering an elusive democracy - and not seeing that Le Pen is, in himself, of no importance. Yet the problem he poses is all the more important for that. For, if it is true that he represents nothing (he is not alone in that!), he thereby personifies all those who no longer even have the idea of being represented, who can no longer even imagine any kind of political order whatever. Now, there can no longer be any question of 'refounding politics' on those ruins, those vestiges of representation. We must go to the very end of politics, even in its most regrettable consequences for 'the social order'. The political class, both Left and Right, is incapable of doing this - incapable of managing the accursed share that is at the heart of the social. The truth is that the only current political message comes from beyond the political sphere, whoever the messenger.

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is in this way that you respond best to an environment that is itself simplified and operational, where the mirror has been turned into a phase, pleasure into a principle and death into a drive.

After centuries of veiled seduction and concealment of the body, the overexposure of sex and nudity merely gives the illusion there was a secret there and it has been unmasked.

It is like truth, which one deludes oneself one discovers, whereas it is thought itself that produces truth as its justificatory horizon.
He who has everything will keep what he has. From him who has nothing, even that will be taken away. Philosophy leads to death, sociology leads to suicide. Shrivelled anus, short-windedness, limp member, short-sightedness, angioplastied ventricle, urethral polyps - but a clear, hard head. Best joke of the Iraq war: it wasn't Saddam's statue they knocked down, but his double's! It wasn't the war that was won either, but the ghost of a war. Saddam disappears behind his many doubles - the war disappears behind the signs of war.

The car transforms everyone into a potential delinquent, but at the same time into a potential cop. The car awakens in each of us the slumbering killer and the sleeping policeman.

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The worst thing is when each citizen begins to be his own policeman. If there are vigilantes, surely it's to rid us of vigilance?

2001: A Species Odyssey The absurdity of all these paleontological productions in which everything is directed towards man as the goal. A chimpanzee always lOoks as though it's an extra in an animal costume (it is, in fact, here a man dressed up as an anthropoid). As Napoleon showed through beneath Bonaparte, so Homo sapiens showed through beneath the coelacanth. And our successive ancestors have, ultimately, no other quality than having played their part in our definitive advent. Whilst, with Darwinian theory, man found himself annexed to animality, in this restitution, by contrast, the entire animal chain finds itself annexed to the human by a kind of reverse evolutionism. Reconquest of the origins of man in the light of his ultimate domination. The illusion still holds for the most distant forms, for animals are increasingly fascinating as one plunges into the immemorial past: like the dinosaurs , they tip over into pure mythology. Things go wrong when, over time, the saga becomes a 'realist' animation, a soap opera in which the racism of the victors shines out retrospectively. As, for example, in the marvellous enCOunter in which the hairy Neanderthal primate is overwhelmed by the Cro-Magnon showgirls who, make-up and all, already have the Hollywoodian features of the higher race.

'But you're not free to prefer an inferior cultural stage. Every culture has to keep pace with the general trend,' says the Empire's emissary to the dissidents of Williamson's world (Philip K. Dick).18 And he is indeed right to destroy this civilization, which has chosen to develop as a craft-based society rather than conform to the technical norms of the global order. For

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it cannot but impose it on the others. even inoffensive. among the innumerable pathogenic elements at its disposal. a will to help begins to form. It's a two-way mirror. is a heresy and a mortal threat to the whole. But it is also sacrilegious where the laws of evolution are concerned. since it is tantamount to an unlimited perpetuation of the species. The inaugural artwork on the square in front of the Basel Art Fair: a mirror cube. as is always the case with looking. A relinquishment of the right to draw up the universal inventory. and hence without seeing. in the middle of which a man is defecating. as it interrupts the sequence of reincarnations and the migration of souls. Once the system has applied that law to itself. at the centre of the cube. He can see the people around him. You want to look intensely from outside. One exception: the tribe in the Philippines that the anthropologists decided not to study so as not to alter its structure. but one that in no way challenges the privilege of the dominant culture: the natives will live in a state of artificial survival from now on within the museum-like frame of universal culture.COOL MEMORIES V the slightest exception. Cloning must be sacrilege to the doctrines of metempsychosis. He would see you 74 . the illness that will purify you by diet and fever. The opposite of the peep-show: the exhibitionist hides from view and it's the spectators who are watched. The perfect image of contemporary art. where the defecator is sitting. They will serve as living fossils. It is the body that chooses. but they can't see him. In the body. You want to turn the situation around.

Drink. I've never seen him succumb to routine. this is my body. sing and cross themselves like mechanical birds) at the mention of the sacramental. Isn't this the same operation of digitization of the universe that the whole world's computers have undertaken. the stars go out one by one as soon as all the names of God are counted. this is my blood'! (The Jews are taken aback by this: we are not cannibals! ) Lastly. rural horror of those same worshippers (who stand up. But. we should not believe this sacrifice frees us from original sin (yet that is what the worshippers secretly believe). I'm sure he could not bear that gaze. to crown the triptych. The same potential for turning things round in a peep-show. The idea that the Mass is a sacrament in which the Lord's sacrifice is renewed is like water off a duck's back to them. Clarke's short story. with no regard for God? And must we not expect to see the same extinction of the world at the end of this integral calculus of reality? Leucate. Then. New homily on the Covenant. it is Christ who sacrifices himself. while knowing you can't see him. he is the one who would suddenly feel undressed. He even seems 75 . If the girl set about staring at the voyeur through the window. at the Passover. First act: Moses sprinkles his people with the blood of three young bulls. this time on their own account. As for the cure. and that is the whole of their liturgy. according to the good cure. In Arthur C. Christ says to the Jews: 'Eat. They come every Sunday to absolve themselves of their everyday existence. Silent.COOL MEMORIES V watching him and.

Moreover. this is the insane hope of a freeze-frame. Luther. you are protected by a chorus of tutelary divinities (Goethe.COOL MEMORIES V at one point to take himself for Moses. And that isn't the case in any old town. 76 .and hence to dodge any final term. one hour. one minute. There is still one day. Here time really unfolds. A well-counted hour will go on being counted out forever. Each second passes. and Friedrich sending that of the Eternal Return. In the film of time. which lend each minute an eternal dimen• SlOn. that the future will not be able to pass through it. The more imminent it is. A substance so intense. reverse its course or speed it up. We dream of doing the same with time (and with dreams too). so dense. one second. becoming is itself stilled. no one second being in any hurry to get ahead of another. The obsessive dividing up of time: the infinitesimal splitting that enables Achilles never to reach the tortoise . but the next one is never certain. including that of death. When you have spent a day in Weimar. Time tightens and condenses to the point where it no longer lets time pass. And our passion for artificial image techniques no doubt derives from the fact that we can suspend the image. The Christ of Lagrasse: lascivious death throes. Here. Nietzsche and the others). You dream of Wolfgang sending Charlotte the lover's message of a lighted candle from across the town. when lamenting that holy water has been substituted for bulls' blood. you really can say you have spent a day in Weimar. the more the intervening period of time is subdivided.

• This way he will know in death precisely what time It IS to onethousandth of a second. Another miracle of division: given that life expectancy is constantly increasing.COOL MEMORIES V It is the same with endings as it is with death . We have become virtually immortal. and simultaneously to pass beyond. Every day we lose three minutes of sunshine. and applying the paradox of Achilles and the tortoise. we shall never catch up with death.the particle of time to come being always the one that would enable me at last to face reality and concentrate' (Updike). The man buried with his uranium battery digital watch. How things change: the South African cactus used by the Bantu in their desert to fend off hunger and thirst has nowadays become a miracle obesity cure in the USA. 'Each of the moments separating me from the ordeal seemed infinitely divisible . but at the same time a fraction of our existences and our responsibility. Thanks to the indefinite interval involved.the dream is never to arrive at them. Yet each day characterized by a diminution of responsibility is a red-letter day. • 77 . we gain time against the final reckoning as we go on.

who had said in his defence that the elephant had suddenly seemed to him like a reincarnation of his wife. The two Siamese twin sisters. Out of a rushing towards the other.like stammerers with words. Tram Chung Song. then you can make use of all the signs of truth. out of a rushing towards meaning .it is the same turmoil as when one is photographing a living creature. whose presence clouds the issue . But if he senses that he is not really what he is.the usual sentence for marital rape. you are mad. But if you know it doesn't exist. Being equal to the circumstances is difficult when the circumstances are at their lowest point. This is the way it is with truth too: if you claim to possess it. modern man rediscovers the anxiety of prehistoric man in the jungle. They died after the operation. But they are never up to the mark. but with two separate brains and hence two distinct wills. 78 . For attempting to have sexual relations with an elephant. then he can use that identification as a mask. Not understanding out of impatience to understand. joined at the cranium.COOL MEMORIES V In that labyrinth of sign age that is an airport. The subject who takes himself for what he is is mad. For twenty-three years they were never able to look each other in the eye. was taken at his word by the judges and sentenced to seventeen years' imprisonment .

To consider everything from its dead angle. The reason is that. I am often surprised to see how little power even what is seemingly the most unfavourable destiny has over a will! Or. The worst thing being to turn desire into a reality. the other against the subjective illusion of desire. Wollen wir die Dinge fassen. Das ist die allgemeine Geschichte der Erkenntnis' (Nietzsche.This. so entdecken wir endlich nichts als die Dinge auf ihn. I say to myself: how necessary it is for the will itself to be a destiny for it always to get the better of destiny itself' (Nietzsche). in the end. so kommen wir zuletzt wieder auf nichts als auf den Spiegel.COOL MEMORIES V 'Versuchen wir den Spiegel zu betrachten. rather. If we want to grasp the things we finally get hold of nothing but the mirror. in the most general terms. 'When we try to examine the mirror in itself we discover in the end nothing but things upon it. in addition to being a cyclist. is the history of knowledge. you have to look 79 . even chance events arrange themselves to meet our most personal needs. Only metaphysical passion can compete with seduction. its blind spot: the place accidents come from.'19 'Whoever has a will of their own to invest in things will not be mastered by things. The one fights against the illusion of an objective reality. Morgenrote). . The cyclists you pass in the forest do not respond to your gestures of friendship.

The Other exists more intensely in the dual relation. by rigor mortis and pedalling all the more stubbornly for it. Isn't the heatwave a form of insurrection on the part of the climate itself? It can no longer bear being meteorologized. Roland!): the helmet. But neither can afford to. so the stars in one's brain go out one by one. you have to give off the signs of cycleity (0. the object of a challenge. not that interactive. democratic Other which is not even really your equal. Shame on those who give off only the signs of tiredness. the low-slung body position. conviviality and cosy multiculturalism. But perhaps this descent into the zone of silence and catalepsy is a defensive reaction against the excess of an artificial memory? The Other should be a glorious. once all the data have been stored. not a pitiful Other. in rivalry and challenge. the mask. any more than the elements can bear being martyred or animals being industrialized or human life itself being programmed and normalized. an object of admiration not of commiseration. And he chooses to sell his watch to give her a box of tortoise-shell combs for her hair. Two lovers wish to give each other a present. Hence the revenge of bird 'flu. the fluorescent cycling gear. as they ride. Exactly as the stars in the sky in Arthur C. than in interaction. She sacrifices her splendid head of brown hair to give him a platinum watchstrap.COOL MEMORIES V like one. But doubtless they don't even see you . Clarke's story. mad 80 .being overtaken.

mad cow disease. Shadows have always preceded us.COOL MEMORIES V cow disease.manifestation of that powerlessness.20 Fowl pest. and we shall be again. This is the other face of capital punishment. extreme climatic effects and of human existence pushed to its limits. We were dead before we were alive. and the . so many 'terrorist' phenomena. as we did in the past for the abolition of the death penalty. is merely 'metaphysical' pique at no longer being master of that reality. the oil slick. the heatwave . One day we shall have to fight for the abolition of the life penalty. the New York blackout. The aged themselves are finding a way of taking their revenge by using their deaths as a politically destabilizing factor .so many abnormal events. And this is no doubt true. and they will outlive us. Even natural convulsions and catastrophes are 'terrorist' in nature. Seen from America and by American intellectuals (Susan Sontag). Glory and Performance.at once arrogant and ironic . their 'affirmative thinking'. and particularly in French theory. the denial of reality in European cultures. Against the advice of doctors. the naOive and 81 . What was merely a physical phenomenon has become a violation of the global order. since any infringement of order is condemned as such.the only event of an unspectacular summer. SARS. the governor refuses to allow an incurably ill man to be put out of his misery. But the converse is also true: is not the bias towards reality among Americans. It is order itself that forces us to conceive terrorism as something unlimited.

the still sky. all are equally strange. When it stops. At the bedside of dying reality. Evening falls. here where it never stops. as though blowing from all directions at once. in this sense. a monopoly of reality? We do. the last of the palliative sacraments. where will the sun rise? The silence underfoot. The wind strengthens. live with a ridiculous nostalgia for glory (the glory of history and culture). in their prodigiously useless bustle. Freed even from the obligation of having to go down to the sea. consciousness is merely the Extreme Unction. admittedly. by their power. The whole day is spent at the same place. but they live with the ridiculous illusion of performance. after yesterday's rain. as it happens.any other. on the soft earth. far above. Just the ants still there. A horizon of phantom windmills with white tentacles. the hawkmoths settle on 82 .COOL MEMORIES V ideological expression of the fact that they have. the long stratospheric clouds. the stillness is preternatural. If the whole world becomes Western. The clouds scudding away with the north wind and. The tiny black butterflies to the sides of the path have disappeared. Intense interest in deepening the individual mystery of the other . Our secret is merely an open one.

Rediscovery of the beauties of the provinces . It is a revolution. But it is no longer the light of a human consciousness. there's no point claiming it is best. there's no point representing it as an ideal dimension.Compiegne. the process is irreversible. The hills pale in the moonlight and the silence causes space to falter. but the light of the screen and numerical calculation. redistribution of truth. But it must be one or the other: if it is inevitable. And if it's destined to win out. its theatre'). 83 . How did those people manage to live before they were discovered? As it was with the Indians: could it be that they had a soul without having heard the word of Christ? The champions of the digital adopt an absurd line of argument (absurd in the sense of Freud's story of the kettle): 1. we have no choice. At any rate. for example. the very Parisian colonial ethnocentrism. With. From Copernicus to Galileo .COOL MEMORIES V the marvels-of-Peru. Hypostatic light. an absolute advance. Today a new division is occurring: decline of objectivity. The full moon rises. Any form of irony or offhandedness about one's own ideas is wounding to one's interlocutor.from intuition to objectivity. And we come back to the starting point: the pure light of the gaze. on the occasion of Prosper Merimee's bicentenary ('its forest. as ever. its chateau. the natural light of knowledge. 2.

dissociates itself from one's official being. subliminal duplicity. thanks to Dostoevsky's 'unspeakable little demon . 'The point at which the intuition forms in the child that other people exist who think differently is the point at which he learns to lie. an umbilical mirage. Where America is concerned. Everything is competing to show its good will. how is it with the unity of the real world? The distance of the child from those who see him as innocent. filiation and all traces in general seem an undesirable supplement. captive.. the wicked delight that takes root in the form of cunning. but secret all the same. we more or less harbour the illusion that everything that is thought over here becomes a reality over there: not just the achieved utopia of technology and happiness.. Whatever happens. even if he becomes a civilized being. insider trading.' Everything tends irresistibly towards transparency. which will never leave him. Things tend irresistibly towards perfection. the innate sense of having his own preserve. effusiveness. but the utopia of theory become reality. there remains a glimmer of secrecy . In the face of this internal division. he will perfect that duplicity by learning to lie to himself. reconciliation. 84 . Fortunately. that evil spirit that prompts to murder and scorn.' Later on. nothing is ever perfect. the double that internalized otherness . However.COOL MEMORIES V If one resolves to be what one is.a clandestine dust-breeding that is mostly useless. NaIve. origins.

You have to be an object of manipulation and performance. All in all. And yet this ordeal has to take place: thought has to be confronted with its actualization. Its effectuation is also its death.with which. But this accomplishment allows us to glimpse what might well be an obscure desire on the part of thought: that of losing itself in its effects.has constituted an event. in the guise of the real. it cannot at all reconcile itself . but in a non-Hegelian sense: not by a sublation of Spirit. Corresponding despair of men at the women who no longer even have the desire to be seduced and who now envisage only the sexual disposal of their bodies. Narcissism isn't what it was.the supremacy of French thought is a mirage. of abolishing itself in a reality that transfigures or disfigures it. the stage of seduction. a dual relationship without absolute primacy of one party or the other . even if it has lasted for a whole generation. for better and for worse. to whom men no longer offer even the opportunity of verifying their powers of seduction. we might be said to have witnessed a 'becoming-phenomenon' of ideas. This is doubtless what has happened between America and European thought: a great two-handed game. 85 . Today it is at the screen stage. The despair of women. we can say that this confrontation of thought with its own actualized object . It was at the mirror stage. the stage of 'self-processing'. In this sense. It isn't enough now to be an object of desire for oneself. but in the sense of an irrevocable derision and degradation.COOL MEMORIES V All this is based on a massive misunderstanding: theory is not made to be realized.

at the same time loses the benefit of this suprasensual power. ellipsis of the will and fatal strategies . his double looms up behind him on a giant screen. The power of women derives from the fact that they hold the gates of the void and cede entry to men only in accordance with certain rules and at their own risk. Where do the concepts and figures of analysis come from? Are they not purely and simply the metaphysical expression of a set of character traits.a force far superior to the political. by that which does not miss it and whose dreams it does not haunt. forever loaded down with the curse of power. an 'hre-pour-jouir'. duplicity and intelligence of evil. a fleshly absence. and his words spool out like a cartoon speech bubble.21 Following out a counter-genealogy of man and woman. All power is obsessed by that which denies it. one might arrive at a negative destiny of man. The male by the female. for 86 . a form of flesh and blood disappearance . The woman who renounces this specific quality to become a 'true being'.might these things not all be faked? But isn't it a success to be one more spiral in the simulation? Womankind as irreparable accident of nature (Aristotle) or as the irony in the life of the community (Hegel). and at an opposite choice on the part of women to be nothing. mental power of domination. an authentic being. of an unfitness for reality and a fitness only for illusion and disillusion? Denial of reality.COOL MEMORIES V While the flesh-and-blood lecturer is speaking.

Now. But if women were to begin to dream of a visible force. so it would take many other tortures to wrest from men the secret underlying their unafraidness of death. then femininity would revert to the men who knew how to lose interest in power. Possession does not set him free from obsession. it is even to be feared that black people will become whiter than the white. Above and beyond jouissance. If women began to dream of power. Just as it would be necessary to remove many other veils to wrest from women the secret of their power. Woman-as-object is the purest expression of this obsession. to wrest from her her femininity itself. In this historical to-ing and fro-ing between dominant and dominated. then men would cease to be obsessed with them and would in turn lose interest in femininity. his obsession with her remains.COOL MEMORIES V example. It is fuelled by the secret desire to wrest from woman more than she gives you or has ever given you. an idea or fleshly form which was there before you and will outlive you. And it is in becoming-object that woman puts herself out of reach. Man is obsessed with woman (this does not seem to be mutual). All other obsessions refer back to this one. 87 . making them responsible. It is an obsession with something like an eternally feminine prior state. the whole of our current masquerade illustrates this trap set for the female by the male. and women more masculine than men. in the same way as white people are forever whitening black people and decking them out in the whiteness of the universal. and becomes the horizon of the obsessional desire. masculinizing them. since it is the object that is ungraspable. Trapping women with the taste for power and authority.

The power of women derives from the fact that they hold the gates of the void and cede entry to men only in accordance with certain rules and at their Own risk. his double looms up behind him on a giant screen. a fleshly absence. at the same time loses the benefit of this suprasensual power. duplicity and intelligence of evil.might these things not all be faked? But isn't it a success to be one more spiral in the simulation? Womankind as irreparable accident of nature (Aristotle) or as the irony in the life of the community (Hege1). The male by the female. of an unfitness for reality and a fitness only for illusion and disillusion? Denial of reality. an authentic being. by that which does not miss it and whose dreams it does not haunt. a form of flesh and blood disappearance . ellipsis of the will and fatal strategies . an 'etre-pour-jouir'. for 86 .a force far superior to the political.21 Following out a counter-genealogy of man and woman. mental power of domination. and at an opposite choice on the part of women to be nothing. Where do the concepts and figures of analysis come from? Are they not purely and simply the metaphysical expression of a set of character traits.COOL MEMORIES V While the flesh-and-blood lecturer is speaking. forever loaded down with the curse of power. All power is obsessed by that which denies it. The woman who renounces this specific quality to become a 'true being'. one might arrive at a negative destiny of man. and his words spool out like a cartoon speech bubble.

for 86 . his double looms up behind him on a giant screen. ellipsis of the will and fatal strategies . one might arrive at a negative destiny of man. a fleshly absence. The male by the female. forever loaded down with the curse of power. at the same time loses the benefit of this suprasensual power. All power is obsessed by that which denies it. by that which does not miss it and whose dreams it does not haunt.21 Following out a counter-genealogy of man and woman. a form of flesh and blood disappearance .COOL MEMORIES V While the flesh-and-blood lecturer is speaking. The woman who renounces this specific quality to become a 'true being'. duplicity and intelligence of evil. Where do the concepts and figures of analysis come from? Are they not purely and simply the metaphysical expression of a set of character traits.a force far superior to the political. an authentic being. mental power of domination. The power of women derives from the fact that they hold the gates of the void and cede entry to men only in accordance with certain rules and at their own risk. of an unfitness for reality and a fitness only for illusion and disillusion? Denial of reality. and at an opposite choice on the part of women to be nothing. an 'etre-pour-jouir'.might these things not all be faked? But isn't it a success to be one more spiral in the simulation? Womankind as irreparable accident of nature (Aristotle) or as the irony in the life of the community (Hegel). and his words spool out like a cartoon speech bubble.

COOL MEMORIES V example. Man is obsessed with woman (this does not seem to be mutual). then femininity would revert to the men who knew how to lose interest in power. It is fuelled by the secret desire to wrest from woman more than she gives you or has ever given you. an idea or fleshly form which was there before you and will outlive you. Possession does not set him free from obsession. since it is the object that is ungraspable. masculinizing them. In this historical to-ing and fro-ing between dominant and dominated. Woman-as-object is the purest expression of this obsession. so it would take many other tortures to wrest from men the secret underlying their unafraidness of death. to wrest from her her femininity itself. then men would cease to be obsessed with them and would in turn lose interest in femininity. his obsession with her remains. in the same way as white people are forever whitening black people and decking them out in the whiteness of the universal. Just as it would be necessary to remove many other veils to wrest from women the secret of their power. the whole of our current masquerade illustrates this trap set for the female by the male. It is an obsession with something like an eternally feminine prior state. and women more masculine than men. making them responsible. and becomes the horizon of the obsessional desire. Now. If women began to dream of power. And it is in becoming-object that woman puts herself out of reach. But if women were to begin to dream of a visible force. All other obsessions refer back to this one. it is even to be feared that black people will become whiter than the white. Above and beyond jouissance. 87 . Trapping women with the taste for power and authority.

species and sex. And it is astonishing that we so make it a point of honour to seduce and yet do not set anything like the same store by the demand for lucidity. stronger even than inspiration or one's own particular genius . Knowledge is a matter of honour. Speech always begins with stammering. tetany ensues: you shake all over. Archimedes' viewpoint: 'give me but one firm spot on which to stand. real fact and I will transform the world. For the two passions are inseparable. Dysphylaxia (Primo Levi): disappearance. and I will move the earth. a single absolute. as elsewhere in each of our random existences. There is no continuum of the will.it must lie in some profound challenge to oneself.' Today: 'give me one single piece of exact information. like seduction.COOL MEMORIES V As for knowledge. of all the immune barriers of race. If you eliminate the intervals. The opposite of the play of metamorphosis. Acts and action always begin with trembling. It acts on the body by fits and starts (stossweise) and is the product of an interval. its source must lie in a stronger motive than that of the will. that point of absolute gravity is nowhere to be found. under the effect of hyposterone. between tension and release: to act is to produce a difference .' But in the virtual universe of information.even a slight one . a rapid alternation.between you and yourself. a universe of chimerical manipulations. 88 . The grandmother fertilized by larch pollen whose hair falls out in autumn and grows back in spring. Exactly the phantasm of current technology: a monstrous transfusion.

At issue is the profound jealousy of a ragged culture at all the ceremonial cultures . the more they come to resemble each other. At the end of the process all that will be left will be lightweight. which is the most alienating. the most humiliating. the more they gesture to one another from afar • In your memory. the most insulting? The immense hypocrisy of all those who denounce the veil. it is the energy of unbinding. it is the energy of the splitting of matter that is recovered in the form of heat. In nuclear reactions.COOL MEMORIES V The less you manage to give names to the various faces. of the fracturing of the symbolic that is recovered in the form of 'conviviality'. 89 . In the social and psychological spheres. quite simply. but are quite at ease with universal pornography. and hence potentially terroristic. is where the story of the veil will end. A mirror in which. 'interaction' and 'human warmth'. whereas our culture is laid bare by its signs themselves. in ghostly fashion. as from the light-sensitive film of a Polaroid. In any event. Of the veil or unveiling. This is merely the beginning of a general de-signification. in fission or fusion.those cultures whose signs enwrap them. the question goes far beyond the veil and the female condition. no doubt. when you look at yourself. signifying something. inoffensive signs advertising signs or marks of the disembodied fanaticism of fashion. you would see your face emerge only gradually. suspect of masking or even. At issue is a culture of obscenity that cannot but tear away all veils .according to the imperative of transparency. That. in which all distinctive marks will become anathema.

on the one hand. but. Only on these terms is the mother reconciled to him.COOL MEMORIES V In the mirror of representation.'23 With digital photography. commissions.they are not photographed. etc. to make amends for the death with money.'22 The photographic lens captures objects beyond representation: 'what they look like as photographed'. a man is responsible for the death of a child. She wants vengeance: the man owes her a life in exchange. first of all. He then sees no solution but to die. objects are no longer even wrested from representation . so it is with books: it is already the next one. they are pictographed. In a Chinese film. the suicide that would unbind him forever. so as to leave no one outside the field of power.) . but the mother rejects it. to prove to themselves that they have some. then. objects remain at a distance. 'tels qu'en eux-memes fa prise de vue fes change. He attempts. his friend's son. it is still the last one. Those politicians who try to slip a bit of power to the 'intellectuals' (missions. But the mother denies him that too easy solution. The father is prepared to accept it. 90 . 'If I knew that there still are on this earth some men without any power I would say that nothing is lost' (Canetti). and it is always the only one. renounce dying. 'Objects in this mirror may be closer than they appear. above all. He must. If you pass through the mirror. As Nerval says of hours. as in the rear-view mirrors of cars. they get dangerously close.

Seeing fire. Critical distance becomes the metastasis pure and simple of the reality it is analysing. like consciousness in general. This illusion is no longer possible today. and seeing it turn to colour as passion progressively exerted its effect. Analytic distance fades with use. without bad conscience. Passing through the TV screen and emerging into an entirely sanitized American small town. This comfortable. and we can no longer live this lifestyle as part of a symbolic division. like those capsules you take to offset the side-effects. the mode of welfare and affluence. democratic. Criticism then provides a balancing function for the system. on the assumption that we were the search engine for the future happiness of the planet. rain. wholly in black and white. From now on. A poetic film: Pleasantville. cultivated mode of life. it fulfils the function of palliative care.COOL MEMORIES V I have mothballed my coat of lights. is something we have shared for a long time innocently. discrimination and a global divide seem entrenched for good. sex and violence 91 . the failure of this universal perspective is shared and the despair is the same on both sides of the global divide . and we live locked in a fortress whose only thought is to protect itself from the rest of the world. However. I live in my crystal ball. like violence and compassion. or serves to regulate the transit.among the richer than rich and the poorer than poor. Positive and negative are in league like charity and cruelty. Or else. which has itself become critical by capillary action and permeable to the worst of things. We now hold it only in usufruct and as annuity. that of the desert casinos.

illegally colours up and her son makes her up in black and white so that she can appear in public. virtual town. everything acquires an operational self-evidence. 92 .COOL MEMORIES V resurface little by little . Matrix. Total Recall.everything which. but it has been present metaphorically. One very fine scene is when the mother. puts an end to this subtle lack of distinction between the real and the virtual. Existenz. therefore. The 'encoding/decoding' of reality was done by discourse. etc. implicitly. Only what is produced by this technical effect acquires visible reality. characterized the translucent. Through special effects. never leaving room for a head-on truth. properly speaking. as subtle as the lack of distinction between good and evil. by a highly complex medium. The lack of distinction between the real and the virtual is the obsession of our age. by its absence. a spectacular reality that is. And it does so at the cost of a simplification that no longer has anything to do with language or with the slightest ambivalence and which. not to mention the big cinematic productions: The Truman Show. that is to say. Everything in our current affairs attests to this. This question has always been there behind literature and philosophy. who has secretly become involved in an adulterous love affair. the reign of simulation. through the filter of discourse. achromatic hell of that ideal. What the directors of these films have not realized (any more than the simulationist artists of New York in the eighties) is that simulation is a hypothesis. a game that turns reality itself into one eventuality among others. The encoding/decoding of our reality is done by technology. as it were. One of the finest metaphors for the Unconscious. One is reminded of the Japanese tattoo on the woman's thigh that is invisible ordinarily and shows up only with sexual excitement.

rather. punishment. as Turing says. If it turns out that the coming of global power and the frantic race to totalize the world have no more meaning than the economic sphere taken overall.sin. 93 .. The spiritual practice of crime is over. models of simulation in place and to contrive to give them the feeling of the real . death . We are now in the political economy of misfortune. to give the 'intelligence' something to occupy itself with. Alexander von Humboldt encountered a parrot that alone knew a few words of the language of a tribe entirely destroyed by smallpox.is over. in which the body is only there. isn't that another novel form of disappearance? From an aesthetic point of view. '24 Artificial intelligence is an asexual activity. be the opposite: it will be to put decentred situations. Deep in the Brazilian forest.COOL MEMORIES V On Ballard: 'It is no longer to fabricate the unreal from the real. The process will. to reinvent the real as fiction. I would propose burying wind turbines underground. and all this is more a mad whirl than a rational development. destiny.. as they do with high-voltage power lines. the imaginary from the givens of the real. The spiritual practice of evil.

an ornamental variant of reality instead of being its parabolic mirror. A more or less conscious calculation that aims to disorientate any value judgement. to wrest yourself from illusion by pulling yourself up by the hair. This is akin to the hypothesis that the human being is merely a premature ape. it's no use trying to think you are God. that is to say. however. Deep down. like Miinchhausen. that of a functional response and an automatic extraversion of all behaviours.COOL MEMORIES V If the world is what it is. being no longer anything but a parody. where does the illusion of appearances come from? Whence the obsession with truth? And whence transcendence? God is still part of the illusion of the world. unfinished. That is to wish. the animal stage. Thought is augural. indecipherable entity. he would become an ape. If he evolved towards a finished state. it is reality itself that has become so banal and 94 . But that illusion is an illusion only for consciousness. It is the same with thought: if it evolved to a finished stage. It's an endless whirligig. it would become simian. relative to a hypothetical. It is particularly flagrant in the field of art. where this studied vagueness as to how a work is to be read has supplanted illusion and aesthetic judgement. In these conditions. The weakness of many novels and films can be seen in the fact that one is forced to interpret them ironically to find any depth in them (mise en abyme is an effect of the same kind). This is more or less what Kojeve was hinting at when he spoke of the involution of modern (American) civilization towards the animal stage. When it can be verified absolutely. One is everywhere trapped between a literal and an ironic reading. it moves to the reflex stage.

Conclusion: if every sound has meaning only through the person affected by it. those trumpets and the din they made were meaningful only to the actors in the drama. to those who heard them. a dimension beyond our grasp. if every word exists only through the person to whom it speaks (we might add: if every image has meaning only through the person who sees it). we are forced to hypothesize a more subtle realm beyond.nothing has wreaked such havoc as this kind of proposltlon. 'If only I could have recorded Christ's sighs and the sound of the trumpets of Jericho!'25 At bottom. What invention. what richness of language! In those days they were not afraid of language. . everything that could have been stored and transferred by the phonograph since the dawn of time would merely be dead records. \ . It is out of nostalgia that we embed it in another order: in the face of this insignificance. . . It has become so homogenized that it breaks off from itself into a parallel reality. insignificant that it has induced us into an ironic reading. • • There is a fantastic moment in Tomorrow's Eve (Villiers de l'lsle-Adam): the passage with Edison and his phonograph. The signifier has introduced terror into language. 95 . he tells himself. I Tomorrow's Eve (Villiers de l'lsle-Adam).COOL MEMORIES V . since they were the principal parties concerned. belonging as much to the past as the world they would have outlived. A critical masochism by which all the speculative arts have found success. and perhaps even just to the walls themselves. however. Edison is complaining that this marvellous technique has been invented (by him) at a point when there is no longer anything worthwhile to record. 'The Unconscious structured like a language' . We are afraid of language since we have been told about the signifier and all that.

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This goes not just for the past, but for our project of storing all data. What value is there in this pile of cryogenized information? Doubtless, like the walls of Jericho, it is merely awaiting the trumpets that will bring it all down.

Can one envisage a femininity without women, in the same way as a finality without end? It seems difficult for femininity to do without women. Feminists, on the other hand, can very well do without femininity.

Who would be so strange under the sun as not to believe he is playacting as long as he lives? Our sky itself, by the filter of clouds and atmosphere, play-acts light.

A British theatre company is recruiting a terminally ill patient. The prospective actors will have to guarantee they will be dead when the performances begin (in one or two months' time). One of the company's artistic directors explained that all the details of the role will be arranged in advance with the donor and his family. The presence of the corpse on stage 'is an important element of the show to help us dispel some of the mysteries surrounding death', he says.

In the face of extreme reality we are defenceless. But this is only a beginning. We are the aborigines, the anthropoids of the Virtual. In terms of world history, we are barely at the stage of the invention of fire and walking upright. Logically, it remains for us to be exploited and colonized by an even greater power.

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The perfumes of the East were there to banish the miasmas of the corpse - the perfumes of the seventeenth century to banish the body's pestilences. Don't perfumes and make-up today still relate to this systematic cleansing of the corpse? Waking out of a week-long coma, the first question was, Who is dead? Who is alive? In this world, which is there without having asked my opinion, it ought rightly to be the case that death could do without me. As with ignorance of the law, ignorance of desire is no excuse. But it is the same with desire as it is with power. Power has no need of me and I have no need of it. It doesn't miss me and I don't miss it. I don't miss desire either, and it doesn't miss me. It is the era of wintry • paSSIOns. From the standpoint of misfortune there is every reason to transform the world. From the standpoint of Evil, there is no sense in wishing to do so. So every transformation of the world is done under the sign of misfortune. Esoteric disaster. Once there's no longer anything to exchange it for, suffering is valueless. It isn't even a punishment any longer; it's an accidental waste product, a pollution, and with it the same (insoluble) problem arises as with the elimination of waste and pollution. What remains is to derive a moral advantage from suffering and misfortune.

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'Where danger increases, there grows also that which saves,' says H6lderlin ('Da, wo die Gefahr wachst, wachst das Rettende auch'). It is the opposite today: 'Da, wo das Rettende wachst, wachst die Gefahr auch.' (In the excess of security lies extreme peril.)

Lichtenberg speaks somewhere of the 'freedom to think, without danger, for the truth'. By this he doubtless understands the right of speaking the truth without the danger of being thrown into prison by the monarch. But if, by removing a comma, we read, instead, the freedom to think 'without danger for the truth', things become much more interesting. For then it becomes a question of the capacity to think without imperilling truth (without risk of unveiling it). It is no longer the freedom of thought at odds with power, but the truth itself at odds with the freedom to think. The whole relationship between thought and truth is at issue. There is a profound difference between the thought that wants to make truth shine out and the thought that wants to keep it secret. But you can also wish for both at the same time.

Eliminating all complications, all vexations. Without this protective obsession, no serenity. And without serenity, no lucidity.

To condemn torture as being in any case useless and unproductive is the most despicable of arguments. The implication is that if it were productive (in terms of information), it would be justified. The same with racism: to argue that there is no objective basis for racial differences is to imply that if there were such a basis, racism would be justified. Now, even if there were

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painful presence of it. the image of an illusory normality. Sometimes even. There are cases when the original outdoes the simulacrum. it is one's whole existence one perceives as a phantom limb. A simulation which produces. it is like a phantom limb. Nothing distinguishes a natural intelligence from something that can give off all the outward signs of it. Which enables her to slip in everywhere on the pretext that she has nothing to hide. So one can give off all the outward signs of power.T COOL MEMORIES V one. 99 . The real story is that she does not like herself. " When you reread a text you have just written. the nervous tickle being what remains. you have only the virtual. For example. to the point of enjoying being unmasked. tormented by an obscure remorse. she pursues others' identities. and this includes faltering before the test of truth. but it is then that it would be absolutely unjustifiable. the sequined illumination of the Eiffel Tower is kitschier than its Las Vegas copy. like Ahab with his wooden leg. and does not like other people either. and this includes faltering before the test of strength. j ! j t Not knowing who she is. with just the requisite degree of derision. exhibits herself. . Hence this coldness and arrogance in the face of the veiled charm and diaphanous sweetness of the other (female) guest. . Then. not only would it still be unjustified. she bares herself.

. while having greatly contributed to conceptualizing the universal. It isn't the racism of the little people that poses a problem for the 'enlightened' minds. in a form other than that of universal reason. with political reason or morality. their exclusive form of worship and their pro- 100 . .COOL MEMORIES V 'I discovered with amazement that my senses registered external reality. in the humanist dream.' (Ingmar Bergman). genius is supposed to be associated with moral grandeur and just causes. My feelings lived in a closed room. At the other end of the Enlightenment spectrum there would be the Jews themselves who. by their singularity. but my expression of them was never spontaneous. There was always a microsecond between my intuitive experience and its emotional expression . That can easily be explained by their inferior condition. indeed. Saul Bellow: all condemned by universal consciousness on the grounds of intelligence with evil. 1 knew quite well how feelings should be reproduced. but my impulses never reached to my feelings. Nietzsche. in the way that imagination is supposed to be associated with power. 1 existed on memories of feelings. and 1 used them only to order and always premeditatedly. Kazan. Celine.in the intelligence of evil. Riefenstahl (Alexandre Adler: 'the death of Leni Riefenstahl has brightened up my whole day'). It is the symptoms of racism among the 'higher' minds that present an insoluble contradiction since. in something that might be said to be thought itself and which has ultimately nothing to do with 'critical' intelligence or. in a form compatible with both the worst and the best. My reality was so profoundly split that I was no longer aware of it. Heidegger. are. Right thinking does not believe for a minute that genius can be rooted there of all places .

Already hunted for its natural ferocity. then let it sod off and take its chance elsewhere! The rejection of domination is not limited to the rejection of being dominated. the existence of the afterlife. a recollection of the world they have left behind. then even dreaming of revolution would have ended long ago. In that case. but implies also the rejection of dominating. If there were the same violence about that as about the refusal to be dominated. And haste is a form of premature ejaculation. Hunting the wolf is an attempt to put an end to the idea that man is a wolf for other men. It is better to live eternally with a question than with an answer. Laziness is always accompanied by impatience. since it is out of laziness that we want to get to the end as quickly as possible. Which is entirely to their credit. Has anyone ever shown an interest in how the dead live while they await the Last Judgement? In the contemplation of God. But they must surely have retained a memory of life and the living. the wolf now 101 .COOL MEMORIES V found incompatibility. the most striking denial of it. If it doesn't respond to the call. Every photographic image depends on the object's desire to be photographed. agreed. the silence from beyond the grave is much easier to bear for the living. By comparison. it must be hell not to be able to inform the living of this ultimate truth.

'The age in which modernity was being invented and had not yet degenerated into a caricature of itself' (Canetti). scandals .only the body retains an imaginative sense of them. It is like a dream . Everything must be transfigured and at the same time. 'If it can be said.a few seconds' very 102 . New form of redemption: debt. Hopper says. by the idea of his own ferocity. but on the scale of the planet and the entire species. crimes. the slightest desire is being given its hour of glory. which was granted such moral and historical value only so as to enable the slave to accede to it as a free man. all the variants have followed the same model. At the apex and end of its possibilities.' The reciprocal: 'If it can be painted.COOL MEMORIES V finds itself condemned once and for all by the idea man has of himself.as in the past with slaves. Everywhere the tiniest waste product. It was the first 'reality show' (experimental microcosm). everything must go. Accidents fade from memory as suddenly as they occur . But the historic prototype of redemption is that of work. companies. everything must be redeemed. In this way the curse fulfils itself. A closed-circuit simulacrum of survival.' Biosphere 2. evolution • retraces Its own steps. then there's no point talking about it. which may be considered a caricature of the human at its highest evolutionary stage. Since then. then there's no point painting it. A fine example of that degeneracy: the clone. as in the sales.

If death can be surprised. . but a paradoxical cunnmg. the mental economy that best suits lymphatic or thwarted active types. it is a rival. but where nothing is happening.and the other in which you do have a part. What is the point of growing up? 103 . but in which you have no part. doubtless. endowed with human sensibility. by act or deed. when S.COOL MEMORIES V deep sleep on the motorway is enough to cause two absolutely different series to intersect: the universe in which you are present. J. he transforms the fateful event into a duel.death is not an end. The child that slumbers within us has become a confirmed insomniac. a strange rival and one that has its weaknesses. That is. It is. So. the only way to tame it: to make the human show through in what is the most inhuman of things. then it is human. The cunning of history.beyond which it would be in danger of entering the zone of extreme phenomena. but do so at the risk of your existence. but it that resists us. It is the critical intervention. then. • Of all activities. The most extraordinary thing in the Samarkand story is that it is said that death appeared 'surprised' by the behaviour of the soldier. thinking is the one that requires the least energy. This is what 'death throes' properly are: the rivalry between life and death. and then ultimately gives in to us. that helps the system over the critical mass threshold . and the one in which the worst has happened. . who feels threatened when it signals to him. Lec says that it is not we who resist death. . a collusive adversary. It thereby becomes a partner. Or the opposite: the universe in which you have no part or very little that of existence .

definitive . the gravitational and the anti-gravitational. Perhaps the two movements.' 'The experience of free determination of the will is nothing but an awareness of past events projected into the future' (Atlan). it is hyper-density that puts an end to any meaning or message. The message then becomes absolute. They can no longer escape.it becomes a truth. messages have less and less time to come back. exceeding their escape velocity. The spatio-temporal paradox according to Calvino: beyond a certain distance. of the movement over the deci- 104 . The problem is the same on the terrestrial scale. In a universe where individuals are moving apart irresistibly and things are. merged and forcibly integrated. 'The conscious decision to make a movement corresponds to an electrical event in the brain that happens 200 to 300 milliseconds after the beginning of the movement. and we are both further and further from each other.COOL MEMORIES V Some like to let their slips and parapraxes show through. and at the same time increasingly compacted. to revel in their strange behaviour: they are absolutely set on having an Unconscious. lost in the infinite. dispersed and disintegrated. irremediable. beyond reach. especially when heavenly bodies are moving apart at the speed of light. Or we are crushed like atoms in an irresistible contraction and. as it were. This precession of the act over the will. happen at the same time. This might be another version of the 'fateful': every act is irreversible. it cannot be corrected and is moving away from us luminously in the void. irrevocable. there is no longer any possible response-time. in that case. Lost in translation.

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Some like to let their slips and parapraxes show through, to revel in their strange behaviour: they are absolutely set on having an Unconscious.

The spatio-temporal paradox according to Calvino: beyond a certain distance, there is no longer any possible response-time, especially when heavenly bodies are moving apart at the speed of light. The message then becomes absolute, definitive - it becomes a truth, irremediable, lost in the infinite, beyond reach. This might be another version of the 'fateful': every act is irreversible, irrevocable; it cannot be corrected and is moving away from us luminously in the void. Lost in translation. The problem is the same on the terrestrial scale. In a universe where individuals are moving apart irresistibly and things are, as it were, exceeding their escape velocity, messages have less and less time to come back. Or we are crushed like atoms in an irresistible contraction and, in that case, it is hyper-density that puts an end to any meaning or message. They can no longer escape. Perhaps the two movements, the gravitational and the anti-gravitational, happen at the same time, and we are both further and further from each other, dispersed and disintegrated, and at the same time increasingly compacted, merged and forcibly integrated.

'The conscious decision to make a movement corresponds to an electrical event in the brain that happens 200 to 300 milliseconds after the beginning of the movement.' 'The experience of free determination of the will is nothing but an awareness of past events projected into the future' (Atlan). This precession of the act over the will, of the movement over the deci-

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sion is interesting. It is the very question of thought: is there, in thought itself, something that precedes thought? More broadly, it is the question of the world: is there, before the Big Bang, something that precedes the world? This enquiry is essentially metaphysical. No point falling back on 'neuronal electricity'!

A three-dimensional shadow? A hologrammatic shadow? The Graz Tower: a building in the form of a shadow. This is, in itself, a misconception: what makes a shadow a shadow is the two dimensions (it is the same with the image). Even the zebra's shadow has no stripes.

Ubu incarnate: we lag irreparably behind stupidity.

Where do you rate your pain on a sliding scale from 0 to 10? 0= no pain, 10 = unbearable. It's a bit like plucking daisy petals: he loves me, he loves me not ... They are the petals of pain. '1 began to experience the pleasure of writing, and that pleasure has always been connected to some extent with the death of others, with death in general ... This is the other side of the tapestry. '1 would say that writing, for me, is linked to death, perhaps essentially to the death of others. But this doesn't mean that writing might be said to be like murdering others and carrying out a definitively lethal act against them, against their existences, an act that would open up before me a free, sovereign

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space. Not at all. For me, to write is to be faced with the death of others, but it is essentially to be faced with others inasmuch as they are already dead. I speak, in a sense, over other people's corpses. I have to admit it, I postulate their deaths to some degree. I am in the situation of the anatomist carrying out an autopsy ... I move around the body, I make an incision, I try to discover the organs and, in bringing those organs into the light, to show up the source of the lesion, the seat of the eviI,26 that something that characterized their lives and thinking, and which, in its negativity, ultimately organized all that they were ... That poisonous heart of people and things - deep down, that is what I've always tried to bring out. 'At the same time, the only homage my writing can make to them is to discover both the truth of their lives and of their deaths, the morbid secret that explains how their lives led to their deaths. That point in the lives of others, where their lives veered dramatically towards death. There, for me, lies the possibility of writing' (Michel Foucault, interviewed by Claude Bonnefoy, 1966).17 This diabolic confession is a dramatic revelation. Suddenly, the hidden side of Foucault shows through, his accursed share, the 'other side of the tapestry'. Suddenly, the potential cruelty of a writing that presupposes the elimination of the Other, his putting-to-death, is revealed, of a 'surgical', anatomistic form of thought, akin to autopsy, and which, by his own admission, is out to find the 'seat of the evil' and is, then, very far removed from the rigorous investigation of truth effects and closer to a mental operator on the fringes of death. The weft of the tapestry is the intelligence of death, which, through writing, lends its energy to an inexorable analysis, to a rationality that is implacable, but simultaneously entirely ambiguous. Is there not an intelligence of Evil at work here? And doesn't critical intelligence itself (once again through the diabolic filter of writing) draw its force from this radical ellipsis of the Other, of the Living, and of the ends of Man in general? A marvellous denial, a marvellous defiance of the rational edifice of

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nearer to Evil than to an archaeology of knowledge. of a secret lucidity that traces out a quite other intelligence. Erected by them into a discourse of truth. Which is why. It would be a phenomenology of this world as though of a plant or proliferating legume.apophatically .all those who made the Great Analyst. money-grubbing milieu. analytic construction. they never knew it. This antagonistic truth. no doubt.COOL MEMORIES V his oeuvre. a tutelary (and feudal) reference. epistemic. This Foucault is one we shall not forget in a hurry. of this presumption of death (the death of others. and sometimes more profoundly than. The Lucidity Pact or the Intelligence of Evil could very well have been called . Foucault cannot be suspected of this thinking with a scalpel that he speaks of. the Grand Inquisitor. A marvellous line of lucidity. As a degree of stultification by medication set in. etc. All this runs too violently counter to the idealist vision of thought that all the faithful. this lethal secret of writing is something the Foucauldians cannot cope with. just as secretly. freighted with a force of objective elucidation. the idea came to me of a description of the present world that would have as a title that mysterious formula that was Canetti's mother's: the Phylogeny of Spinach. They have already forgotten it. Few world events are emblematic of a life. which is worse).The Impact of Stupidity or the Unintelligence of Evil. if not indeed a militant demand. all the satellites and epigones have . which she employed to stigmatize her son's useless metaphysical enquiry in an entirely corrupt. he despised them profoundly. with simultaneous electrocution of all cultures (shock waves through all civilizations). and form part of one's biography on the same footing as. personal 107 . which has nothing to do with rational.

'How is it that the centre is nowhere any longer. peasant revolts and millenarian uprisings than history and revolutions. The banalized individual has only to look at himself to see the Weltgeist pass by. I pride myself on having cut a single swathe from the Wall Street Crash of 1929 to the collapse of the Twin Towers in September 2001. beyond the visible progress of societies. but accompanies life like the soul of a dead twin. at the steering wheel or sitting in front of his screen. not now in the form of the state or at the end of history. A shapeless. but guardian shadow. and see the world spirit pass before him (no need now to be Hegel to see the Weltgeist pass by on horseback Napoleon). 108 ". Something that must be described as monstrous unfolds in another dimension than that of the human efforts to control its course. The perfect crime supposes perfect guilt.COOL MEMORIES V events. following out its fateful course with an inexorable logic. can imagine himself the epicentre of universal consciousness. Perhaps in the field of thought too there is this nourishing relic watching over us. beyond wars and 'historical' events. The burying of the placenta: the homage done to what has not assumed the form of life. The world spirit is fully achieved. Everyone today. . but in every monad that is now the centre of the universe. Always veered more towards heresies. there is something like a meteoric short-cut through an advancing globalism. seeing all the world's events pass by as he pleases. this substance from before birth. and we live on the periphery of an entirely visible world' (Baudouin de Bodinat). From the one event to the other.

It was the only witty remark of the campaign. in the direction of good and of evil. It is not a problem of complexity. For his knowledge about himself is as ambivalent as he is himself. It is. The more we advance. which is the inevitable end of any probabilist system. It is more complicated than complexity (Morin). it is of the order of duplicity. an editorialist concluded his article with the words that his greatest fear was that one of the two candidates would be elected. shall we arrive at any future programming of the species. We shall never manage to identify this creature. 'I have never painted anything but light on a wall. whom self-knowledge alters in his essence. nor. that it is developing in both directions at once. therefore. that everything will finish in a dead heat. in this state of balance. a reflection of the inertia of a society and its indifference to itself. and there is no possible synthesis. During the American elections. 109 1 . no transcendent solution to this fundamental divergence.COOL MEMORIES V Lucidity as the mental equivalent of light in Hopper. that the final decision will be impossible. the more we realize the object is playing a double game. The real drama lies here. the more impossible it will be to establish an image of him. the more we dissect him genetically. Complexity can always resolve itself in a more complex equation. in fact. The more we plumb man's depths along digital pathways. but quite simply we do not know what he is.' All progress in the knowledge of man makes his identification more problematical. the opposite fear that haunts the political Unconscious: that no one will be elected. Even cross-disciplinarity will not master his duplicity. whereas this irresolvable divergence increases with every attempt we make to resolve it.

In the first case. accidental power. an area of light. only paradoxical thought is the thought in which you think. So. darkness at the place where the key was lost. which defies all political reason but is not without its funny side. We have lost our shadows. as is attested by the case in which a single elector in a state where the two parties are level can swing the state and thereby. not simply for lack of a light source. It is more or less the same as Nietzsche's parable about objects and mirrors (if you focus on the mirror. by analogy. if you focus on the objects. given the absence of ground to crash down on. knowledge finds its way around in the play of representation. whereas in the story of the key.a deep death and a death with dreams? I 110 . if there is only a tiny difference at the national level. Is there. but where it would be found if it were (though it isn't). The fine parable of the man who has lost his key in the dark and looks for it under the street light because that's the only place there's any chance of finding it. the trapeze artist doesn't need a net now. in the story of the mirrors. but are simply substituted by the surface that necessarily reflects them. the situation becomes random again. a paradoxical state of death . the object is being sought not where it is. on the other. there is a disjunction: on the one hand. Paradoxical sleep is the sleep in which you dream. Is it better to be under the street lamp and fully in the light or elsewhere with the unfindable key? Deep sleep is when you are asleep but not dreaming. the objects are in the place where you are looking.COOL MEMORIES V At this point. A form of total. The difference is that. but for lack of a ground on which to shine. you lose sight of the objects. You can't have both at the same time. you lose sight of the mirror). So. In the other. swing the whole election.

This is the new pact with the Devil. which is precisely not even a set? Could you guess the books that have gone before and. Immortality is no longer a metaphor. We want a real immortality. Today we are ready to sacrifice any idea of a future immortality for a present corporeal immortality. sealed and signed in blood by the human race. What image would you form of him? Would you want to know more? Is there a coherence . one knows nothing. as though it were written by an unknown. where you never think you will have to die one day. should please not break its tension film' (Nabokov). some were prepared to lose their souls (their hope of eternal life) in a pact with the Devil to enjoy the privileges of mortal existence. at least identify the lines of force . True immortality is the immortality of childhood and adolescence. To manage to read one's own book without presumption of authorship. and whoever wishes to remain in the now. including that of annihilating itself to achieve immortality.COOL MEMORIES V It is evil that speaks evil: evil can ventriloquize. in fact.even an allusive coherence . with the now. In the past.in this set of fragments.as though working from a fragment of a hologram? 'A thin veneer of immediate reality is spread over natural and artificial matter.28 111 . The phantasm of immortality is merely the price paid for the certainty of dying. And it is ready to pay any price. if not reconstitute them. which prefers to be cryogenized alive rather than await some hypothetical resurrection of bodies. on the now. we want a technical incarnation of it here and now. of whom.and weakness . a perpetual renewal in cloning.

de-intensified zone . Is it from being lymphatic that you become lymphomic? Rarefaction of the globules.translucent. the body become self-cleansing. God scoffs at (smiles at) those he sees denouncing the evils of which they are the cause. for its part. excretions. With time. licking his paws and dreaming. protected by the repulsion that affects all your sensitive extremities. sensory isolation. 112 . enjoys exceptional freedom. You become flavourless yourself. into the shadows. translucency and powerlessness of the illness. but the whole environment. but lucid all the same. events and speech.COOL MEMORIES V Wine changes to water. various pilosities _ nothing oozes from the laundered body. And a certain nostalgia for the state of grace. The Lion retreats into his cave. colourless and odourless . secretions. the purified body. All secretions stop. Everything becomes a symptom . and water itself takes on a strangely insipid taste. Repugnance and tastelessness affect not only food.you become nosomaniacal. but not the mind which. Sweating. Alveolar self-defence.the ideal niche. the signs of health. The skin on your face acquires a feminine smoothness and gentleness. something vulgar reappears: health.

8 There is a paradoxical play on the terms humain and inhumain here that has greater force in French. 2 Directed by Tonino Valerii and Sergio Leone. at Borehamwood Studios in Hertfordshire where Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey was filmed. Stand on Zanzibar (London: Millennium. 'disocculted' itself in AD 2000 (year 12 7 of the 'pataphysical calendar). trans. Lamar Cinema Corporation. Operation Lune. Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742-1799) was a philosopher and natural scientist. 4 The College de 'Pataphysique. He is generally credited with having introduced the aphorism into German literature. p. was directed by 113 . by Chris Turner (London: Phaidon. where the distinction between the (biologically) 'inhuman' and the (ethically) 'inhumane' is not made. 1999. Italy. 6 Luc Delahaye and Jean Baudrillard. 11 John Brunner. which had ceased to publish the names of its members or involve itself in public manifestations some twenty-five years before. 10 Emilie Ruete. first published in 1968). L' Autre. 12 More precisely. 63. 5 'Transcendental satrap' is one of the highest ranks of the 'pataphysical order. 1989). 1999). Wiener. 1982). Daybreak: Thoughts on the Prejudices of Morality (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press. 3 Fragment E476. 7 Friedrich Nietzsche. 9 An early evening TV programme which uses latex puppets of leading political and media figures in a manner not dissimilar to the British Spitting Image. Memoirs of an Arabian Princess from Zanzibar (New York: M. 1973.Translator's Notes 1 The reference is to 'the wild bunch'. The documentary in question. Originally published in German in 1886.

The English version bears the title Dark Side of the Moon. see Arts et Loisirs. p.V. in Other Inquisitions (London: Souvenir Press. L'Eve future (Paris: Jose Corti. My translation from Villiers de l'lsle-Adam. 1944'. 1977). 1973).COOL MEMORIES V 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 William Karel for Point du Jour Production and Arte France. 1999). pp. ailment. Second Variety (London: Millennium. 1969-74 (New York: Library of America. 1987).' This passage first appears in Jean Baudrillard. V. and perverts the universal property of the state into a possession and ornament for the family' (The Phenomenology of Spirit. A reference to Descartes's phrase 'Iarvatus prodeo': 'I come forward masked (upon the stage of the world)'. trans. 486. 124. but Baudrillard's commentary requires that Ie mal be rendered in its very broadest sense. I have used the original translation by Sheila Faria Glaser here. 114 . A. The reclusive. no. Daybreak. known as Alba. As many as 10. 358. 38 (1966). Simulacra and Simulation (Ann Arbor: University of Michigan Press.changes by intrigue the universal end of the government into a private end. 8-9. p. 'A Comment on August 23.spelling. See Philip K. though I have anglicized the . For the full text of the interview. The Chiennes de Garde .is a feminist group founded on 8 May 2000. Crepidula fornicata is commonly known in English as the slipper limpet. Nietzsche. In English in the original. etc. 1996).the everlasting irony in the life of the community . p. concerned particularly to combat attacks on women in public life. 135-6. The fluorescent rabbit. The emissary is Edward Rogers from Galactic Relay Center in the story 'Souvenir'. p. pp. 'Womankind . Dick. largely among old people. Each of its cells contained the gene for a fluorescent protein taken from the jellyfish Aequorea victoria. may have been caused by the heatwave that struck France in August 2002.000 extra deaths. Nabokov. 1994). This phrase is an allusion to a line in Stephane Mallarme's 'Le Tombeau d'Edgar Poe': 'Tel qu'en lui-meme enfin I'eternite Ie change. The French phrase here is 'Ie foyer du mal'.)'.'watch bitches' rather than watch dogs . was created at INRA in Paris. 14l. Miller (Oxford: Oxford University Press. Baudrillard seems first to have encountered this phrase on the rear-view mirror of a hire car in the USA. malady. which might reasonably be translated as 'the seat of the disease (or disorder. transforms its universal activity into the work of some particular individual. Jorge Luis Borges. 288). but extremely influential novelist and critic Maurice Blanchot (born 1927) died on 20 February 2003. p. Transparent Things (1972) in Novels.

he writes . there is a prey and a predator.• COOL MEMORIES v TRANSLATED BY CHRIS TURNER 'Theory is never so fine as when it takes the form of a fiction or a fable : writes Baudrillard in Cool Memories V .the latest in a series of aphoristic journals that covers the period 2000-4. J EI N B R I R taught sociology at the University of Paris X IUD ILL 0 (Nanterre) from 1966 t01987. notebooks. and found he had cancer. As his attack on the inanities of 'hyperreality' grew more rad ical. 'from which we get the word "aphorism ". developed his work as a photographer. audacious and dazzlingly droll.' he writes. And survival is a miracle. Cool Memories I-IV. 'Aphorizein . 'we have remained hunters. At every moment. poli www. Fatal Strategies . Seduction .c Printed in Great • doc . means to retreat to such a distance that a horizon of thought is formed which never again closes on itself.polity. in thought and writing . ' Caustic. The Illusion of the End and The Spirit of Terrorism . Baudrillard came to display an ever more marked penchant for the aphoristic style he had long admired in such writers as Canetti . Lichtenberg and Nietzsche. Among his works translated into English are Simulations and Simulacra . a nature red in tooth and claw '. Cool Memories V will be rewarding reading for anyone concerned with the debates about postmodernism and the current state of theory in the social sciences and humanities. 'Mentally and affectively'. but these are notes for keeping the horizon of thought open within a daunting sphere of ideas that is no less than 'a jungle. ' Cool Memories are carnets . America . During these years Baudrillard re-emerged strongly in the international arena with his trenchant and controversial essay The Spirit of Terrorism .