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AntiOedipus Revisited
« on: October 20, 2014, 01:33:26 pm »
Since my time is limited as far as the Internet goes, I will transfer the one excerpt from Dead End: A Philosophical Diary.  It's from chapter 7: A Laughing Stock  At my leisure I will reflect upon this and add commentary if I feel compelled to do so.  I don't think I'll remove the context of the politics of daily existence, but will leave the entries as is.  Hell, they are already cut down to size from the scribblings they were taken from.

Actually, Holden, Trachycarpus, and forthebirds, if not for this message board, I would have no motivation for even discussing this stuff.  Generally, people say I "talk too much" or "think too much" ... There are a couple people who don't mind listening to me babble, but, for the most part, I am left muttering to myself. 

That's why listening to john Trudell is so refreshing. He says many people prefer ignoring him too.   :D


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If I do end up securing this little domicile in Ocean Grove, I will be bringing all my salvaged notebooks and enough texts to create my own private sanctuary.

I have all my notebooks from 1987 to the present all on the shelves in plain view, no longer hidden in chests, and I pick volumes at random to spark some contemplation.

The text, Anti-Oedipus, is a real brain bender. Deleuze and Guattari reference Wilhelm Reich’s The Mass Psychology of Fascism:
“I observed that the men who were most in life, who were moulding life, who were life itself, ate little, slept little, owned little or nothing. They had no illusions about duty, or the perpetuation of their kilth and kin, or the preservation of the State.”

Deleuze and Guattari write, “After centuries of exploitation, why do people still tolerate still being humiliated and enslaved, to such a point, indeed, that they actually want humiliation and slavery, not only for others but for themselves? Reich is at his profoundest as a thinker when he refuses to accept ignorance or illusion on the part of the masses as an explanation of fascism, and demands an explanation that will take their desires into account, an explanation formulated in terms of desire: no, the masses were not innocent dupes; at a certain point, under a certain set of conditions, they wanted fascism, and it is this perversion of the desire of the masses that needs to be accounted for.”

I will not be bringing a television set, not even for a woman. I will eventually get Internet access, but in the meantime I will forge ahead, typing at my leisure then uploading at the library. Gathering texts to haul to Ocean Grove is chaotic. Unlike the large apartment in Matawan which absorbed my entire personal library as well as two desks, computer network, and entertainment system, the domicile in Ocean Grove is severely compact, so I am forced to focus … no more reference books. My Bibliotheca is in my mother’s basement in Freehold, so when I go there, I can still access it.

Now I will revive Schizoanalysis and expose the current industry of Psychoanalysis, along with its State religion, The Twelve Steps of Alcoholics Anonymous, as enforcing an age-old tendency to humble us, demean us, and to make us feel guilty. Instead of participating in an undertaking that will bring about genuine liberation, psychoanalysis is taking part in the work of bourgeoise repression at its most far reaching level; that is to say, keeping European humanity harnessed to the yoke of daddy-mommy and making no effort to do away with this problem once and for all. (Deleuze/Guattari 1972)

Again, from Anti-Oedipus:
“As to those who refuse to be oedipalized in one form or another, the psychoanalyst is there to call the asylum or the police for help. The police on our side! – never did psychoanalysis better display its taste for supporting the movement for social repression, and for participating in it with enthusiasm. Oedipus is one of those things that become all the more dangerous the less people believe in it; then the cops are there to replace the priests. Oedipus is like God; the father is like God; the problem is not resolved until we do away with both the problem and the solution.”

Do I really need to present these or other ideas to the world? Do I really need to type anything? No, and again, no. I don’t need the Internet. I isolate. Writing just for the sake of writing without any motivation to publish what is being scribbled is like demonic possession. The author is simply leaving a trail of where his mind has traversed. Could it be that all my writings are conversations with myself? I want to scramble the codes in my own mind and hack into my own brain. It is my brain, right? Reading obscure texts makes me a Presence of Mind in the social fabric regardless of my low status. Intellectual evolution is a higher level of evolution than society and biology!

The Farmer’s World, of which mass industrial society is an extension, requires dull-witted compliant citizens. With the fear of being punished or of not being rewarded, we start pretending to be what we are not, just to please others, just to be “good enough” for someone else. Eventually we become someone we are not. We domesticate ourselves. We become socialized adults who do what we are told without supervision. We police ourselves into behaving as trained and tamed automatons.
Many of us resort to alcohol or hard street drugs to “set the demons free” or lower our society-induced inhibitions so that we can experience our raw animality.

We seek to expand the boundaries of poetry and prose by stating our own desires in our own terms.

Most of the conscious thinking of a philosopher is secretly guided and forced into certain channels by his INSTINCTS.

I have been observing the treatment centers and day programs the State employs and refers “clients” to. Institutions such as the asylum, the hospital, or the prison function as laboratories for observation of individuals, experimentation with correctional techniques, and acquisition of knowledge for social control. My own subjectivity is produced as a political operation. Conversely, changing one’s everyday existence becomes a political act with potentially radical consequences. I want to think coherently!

Just reading Arthur Schopenhauer at age 23 had a powerful effect on me: I was free to think forbidden thoughts such as “life is not worth living” and “it would have been better never to have been born.” These realizations helped me to experience the absurd and ridiculous nature of our lives.

When I was 15 years old I read both Kurt Vonnegut’s Player Piano and Ira Levin’s This Perfect Day. I just can’t shake the impression these novels had on me … I am still haunted by the question, “What the hell were they thinking having us read these novels?”

Surely whoever was in charge of assigning the reading list was trying to tell us something very subversive that he could not just come out and tell us point blank. I secretly imagined myself the protagonist refusing to take his medications, resisting “treatment.” I imagined myself growing us to be some anti-hero fighting the forces that were “in control.” By the time I was 19, I was scribbling in what I have come to refer to as The Destroyed Diaries (1980 to 1986), the ones I set on fire down at the pit near Lake Topanemus.

When I became homeless after choosing not to go directly from high school to college, I started researching some things they didn’t cover in high school, like what Adolf Hitler’s life was like when he was younger … before he became the megalomaniac we all know him as. I learned that Hitler lived a solitary life. Much of the time he spent dreaming or brooding. He was an angry, lonely man. He wandered for hours through the streets and parks, suddenly disappearing into the public library in pursuit of some new enthusiasm. Hitler’s moods alternated between abstracted preoccupation and outbursts of excited talk. He was a poor wretch, often half starved, without a job, family, or home. He clung obstinately to any belief that would bolster up the claim of his own superiority. By the age of 21, he had become what more disciplined folks like to call “a jobless bum.”

Germany had suffered a collective inferiority complex on a national scale. This led to an overcompensation for it in the form of extreme nationalism. The Nazis were a middle class movement rather than proletarian. The lower classes were also drawn to Nazism which began as revolutionary but later became anti-revolutionary. Could it really be that fascism grows out of economic stress? The middle class goes after the proletarian, destroying their organizations. This silent majority may be the same types who would volunteer information to “Homeland Security.” It is the silent majority that creates fascism. The collective frustration of the disappearing middle class gets subverted into fascistic regimes.

Now, Friedrich Nietzsche helps me understand the way the masses operate.

“High and independent spirituality, the will to stand alone, are experienced as dangers; everything that elevates an individual above the herd and intimidates the neighbor is henceforth called evil; and the fair, modest, submissive, conforming mentality, the mediocrity of desires attains moral designations and honors.”

Dionysus was the god of drunken ecstasy and frenzy. The symbol of Dionysus took possession of Nietzsche’s life. He consecrated himself to the service of the god Dionysus, but Dionysus is a dangerous and ambiguous god. Nietzsche was torn apart by the dark forces of the underworld, succumbing, at age 45, to psychosis. Nietzsche was one of the loneliness men. Is there any way to know if there exists or ever has existed a sane individual? The earth has become a madhouse, and those running the asylums are usually even more insane than the inmates confined within the walls.

Now I am venturing into realms of discourse where few traverse, building connections in my neural nerve net which I intend to implement immediately as my insights have concrete manifestations in my life-world and in my interactions with the social fabric. Do I, as a deoedipalized individual transforming, have the capacity to demolish entire sectors of the social machinery simply by calling into question the established order?

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Re: AntiOedipus Revisited
« Reply #1 on: October 21, 2014, 03:57:53 am »
 I would have no motivation for even discussing this stuff.  Generally, people say I "talk too much" or "think too much" ... There are a couple people who don't mind listening to me babble, but, for the most part, I am left muttering to myself. 

We can't change the masses.  There are Qualitas Occulta.They are ignorant so they ignore you.
Our correspondence has been a blessing to me.To be sure,the anti-gort germ was present in me before hand, but your ideas & thoughts have helped me a great deal.Its pure pleasure for me to read you,perhaps the only pleasure of my life.They say,when the student is ready,the master arrives.Maybe I am ready now.

I think the following applies to you-
One of his students asked Buddha, "Are you the messiah?"
"No", answered Buddha.
"Then are you a healer?"
"No", Buddha replied.
"Then are you a teacher?" the student persisted.
"No, I am not a teacher."
"Then what are you?" asked the student, exasperated.
"I am awake", Buddha replied.

PS -I would be out of town for a couple of days,so may not be able to respond.







 
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Re: AntiOedipus Revisited
« Reply #2 on: November 17, 2014, 06:52:11 pm »
My god,  I can't even have a guest over without the landlord barking in my face after his minion/slave called the police because I wouldn't haul garbage cans for her broken back!  The current landlord has threatened to do all he can to see me lose my rental assistance, and I've only been in this residence since August.   :'(

Berlin or Bust!

Skip Greece, Italy, and Spain.  Start with severe, and I mean SEVERE austerity for Manalapan and Deal NJ USA.  If you think Greece, Italy and Spain are bad, you should get a load of this s-h-i-t here.  Talk about ostentatious consumption!  Landlord barking in my face for having a woman-friend over.  Her sister has no legs, off at the knees, and is missing one arm.  Pouring rain.  I bring her and her sister upstairs, and the thug cop gorillas with badges and guns are at my door interrogating, fully prepared to break my arm should I light a cigarette.  Jail bait, much?

If I had an army of me I would have saved her.   Germany?  Sweden?  Ecuador?  I already bought the tickets to take my mother to the ballet, Nutcracker Suite.  We haven't seen it since I was a child.  Yep, life sucks, put I am passionate until the end.  The police seemed to have a sense of humor, but there is ice in their laughter, as Nietzsche said.  I can't believe how ugly the landlord became.  He thinks I threatened him.  Huh!  He wants to see me lose my rental assistance.  What a f-u-c-k-i-n-g set-up.    ???

I want to spend the holidays with my mother.   You know, I just don't know what to do.  Life has always been one disaster after another for me.  It is what it is.

If Germany is listening, I could sure use your help.

Love,
H
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Re: AntiOedipus Revisited
« Reply #3 on: November 18, 2014, 02:02:26 pm »
I am terribly sorry for what happened. What can I say? I remember you once said " "I am to Schopenhauer,what Hitler was to Nietzsche" and if that be so,I am to you,what Goebbels was to Hitler.I've written almost the same things about you that he wrote about Hitler in his diary:

"Great joy. He greets me like an old friend. And looks after me. How I adore him!"

"I ask. He gives brilliant replies. I adore him. Philosophical questions. Quite new perspectives. He has thought it all out...He sets my mind at rest on all points. He is a man in every way, in every respect. Such a thinker, he can be my leader. I bow to the greater man, the philosophical genius!"

"These days have signposted my road! A star shines leading me from deep misery! I am his to the end. My last doubts have vanished. Germany will live. Heil H!"

Deutschland.."If Germany is listening, I could sure use your help." Do you wish to repatriate to Germany?


To stay safe from the gorts- I've chosen the method of Perfect Isolation.
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Bellum omnium contra omnes: AntiOedipus Revisited
« Reply #4 on: November 18, 2014, 02:26:55 pm »
"You know, I just don't know what to do.  Life has always been one disaster after another for me."

There is no solution ,is there? And my "Perfect Isolation" is a farce :
Just as the boatman sits in his small boat, trusting his frail craft in the stormy sea that is boundless in every direction, rising and falling with the howling, mountainous waves, so […] the individual man calmly sits, supported by and trusting the principium individuationis.
–Arthur Schopenhauer.


I am so sorry Mr H. Keep well.
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« Reply #5 on: November 19, 2014, 01:05:17 pm »
I would love to repatriate to the Land of Oz, but I don't think it is an option.  You see, I was born in the USA (end up like a dog who's been beat too much until you spend half your life just to cover it up!) + (this town rips the b-a-L-L-s off your back - it's a death trap, a suicide rap) ... in Quinn's The Story of B, B actually does leave the Unites States of Amerika to go on a speaking tour in, of all places, Germany (a place I am forbidden to love).   :o

All joking aside, I will be looking into how to go about getting a passport.  My nephew is in the mountains of Ecuador ... My mom has cousins in Sweden, but ... well, Sweden, unfortunately doesn't seem to have the bullocks to stand up to the Imperialists ...  It's not so much "political asylum" I am looking for ... just "intellectual asylum" where I won't be in such a dangerously anti-intellectual place like New Jersey Mafia Corporation where the main thing the bosses are paying for are their employees tattoos.  It's not just Dirty Jersey ... Russia, Israel, ... and even Japan's yakuza (50% of the population - McMafia)   :-\

You know, all the Fool, Triste, had to do in order to elicit side-splitting, knee-slapping laughter was to tell the truth in the presence of the King and his phony a-s-s--Licking minions.   :D

You crack me up, Holden.

Oh, by the way, if I were to make some kind of one man exodus from the land of the slave (Schopenhauer called the USA "The Slave States" founded by "devils in human form"), would you be interested in housing my Mojo Manuals (nearly 200 notebooks from 1986 to 2013 (I would hold onto the last 6 or so)).  This is all just speculation ... and yet, sometimes a great deal of truth comes out in jest.

As far as Goebbels goes (now, remember our morbid sense of humor here), I had read his diaries when I was in, again - * OF ALL PLACES * - the county lock-up way back when they had a kick-A-S-S library (before the local teachers were thrown in there for going on strike ... and the knucklehead teachers actually complained that there was too much subversive literature in there.  Now there's just freakin Bibles, Korans, and dumb-A-S-S Twelve Step literature).  There used to be 5 copies of the then out-of-print This Perfect Day by Ira Levin.  They had everything Dostoevsky ever wrote.  They had textbooks on basic electricity, Calculus ... you name it.  Oh well, at least this autodidact was able to reap the priceless rewards of such a generous library.  Hell, we could even smoke tobacco in there back then.  Now the Tobacco Nazis have people using corn chips for currency.   >:(

I used to be able to get 3 pancakes for two hand-rolled cigarettes.   :-\

Oh, I'm in luck as far as the Goebbels Diaries go.  It looks as though they have a copy in this treasure trove public library I live next door to.  I remember some good passages ... like when he talks about ministers getting their education in a barn yard and then trying to instruct us on deep philosophical issues ... Nothing that is so, is so.  By this point in my journey, I have cognitive dissonance.  I am starting to have second thoughts to the third power about the things I have been taught.  The people I am supposed to look up to (founding fathers who were land-grabbing slave owners (Walmart Plantation)) turn out to be scumbags with tons of money (and weapons).  The there are the so-called revolutionaries who were promoting slave religions (Christianity and Islam) in the 1960's ... and then we wonder why we are even more oppressed now then they were then!

Like I said, cognitive dissonance.

Talk about side-splitting laughter:  make sure you are not eating or drinking anything when you watch the next video.  You might spit it all over the machine.



This next song is not really related to our dialogue, but it does get a certain point across:  Why bother arguing with dumb-A-S-S-ified gorts who don't question the status quo?  I don't even argue with my own mother anymore.  I don't argue anymore.



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Re: AntiOedipus Revisited
« Reply #6 on: November 20, 2014, 11:23:32 am »
would you be interested in housing my Mojo Manuals (nearly 200 notebooks from 1986 to 2013 (I would hold onto the last 6 or so)).
 I would be honored to have that opportunity.

And he said, Verily I say unto you, No prophet is accepted in his own country.
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« Reply #7 on: November 21, 2014, 03:56:19 pm »
I will keep this in mind if I am in a position where I can't lug them around. 

... Have you ever heard the expression, "Nothing good can come out of Nazareth?"

I think it is in the same spirit as "No prophet is accepted in his own country."

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Re: AntiOedipus Revisited
« Reply #8 on: August 11, 2019, 08:39:52 am »
"The truly uncanny circumstance that must arise in the age of the consummation of modernity, i.e., in the age of the exploration, conquest, and mastery of the earth, is the gigantic mediocrity in everything.  Thereby everything is protected but is also only used as a means to power.  "Culture" (itself already a modern formation) and "barbarity" amount to the same, their difference collapses, the one stands for the other.  On this basis, the entire past is correspondingly recalculated, and the "goals" of the "future" are "posited".  Therefore to fear the advent of an age of "barbarity" is childish.  The age will never arrive.  But just as little will a "culture in itself" blossom.  The gigantism of the unconditional mediocrity in everything becomes a genuine bulwark against every decision regarding anything essential and obstructs the way to a presentiment of what is inceptual.  Everything that emerges and bestirs itself is also already calculated and arranged.  The unconditional, all-knowing, all-calculating, all-computing medicority in everything as the measure of what is highest." - Heidegger

And like almost all of the philosophers, Heidegger here only comments on ideas and illusions of stability/security (culture), paying no mind towards including the mediocre banality of feeding, sleeping and maintaining the body in a futile pushback against the natural decay and eventual cessation of the animal-vessel.

The body and the ideas of the body (how we forget that the mind is just an organ!) are inseparable from each other in their mediocrity, futility and decay. So it's no wonder that we seek out authoritarians to nuture culture just as we look to self-help to police our body-minds.

The best way to assure a police-state is to make every "citizen" in the body-politic a policeman of themselves and each other.
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« Reply #9 on: August 12, 2019, 08:38:34 am »
Mr.Silenus,

I have read a bit of Heidegger.I liked his idea of Thrownness (German: Geworfenheit). I came into this world  ,without so much as the civility of by your leave.Needless to say I do not remember anything of my first few years.My memory begins in a big courtyard of my maternal grandmother's house who basically took care of me till I was about 9.

I remember my maternal uncle, who was an alcoholic, shouting and beating his wife around 3 am in the morning. All of us trying to save that wretched woman but to no avail.

To come back to the point, where I tend to disagree with Heidegger is the point where he becomes historical and says that we are now in a special epoch due to technology. I don't buy that.

While I am only in my early thirties my stubble,when I have it, has specks of gray and my hair line is receding fast.You said in your post that you wish to leave your present job. I do too. But I am too much like Kafka. He kept toiling and slaving away till the point of time he was dying of tuberculosis..

I have been having ache in the left side of my chest,particularly when I laugh( at the absurdity of it all).I wish one of these days soon, my heart stops beating for a change,that bugger has been going on and on for years now and its time it took a little rest. Gives me a little rest.

We are all aware of the fact that one day we will be no more. Time is always passing by. Should that necessarily bring about a sense of urgency?I am not too sure. Not sure at all.




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« Reply #10 on: August 12, 2019, 09:39:15 am »
Being ,he says,is pre-scientific in that it comes before logic.That is being authentic? My parents watching Indian equivalent of Fox New,is that authentic. Grappling with set theory,is that authentic?


Human being finds itself  in a world that is richly meaningful and with which it is fascinated.In other words,the world is homely,cosy even.In anxiety ,all of this changes. Suddenly ,I am overtaken by the mood of anxiety that renders the world meaningless.It appears to me as an inauthentic spectacle ,a kind of tranqualised and pointless bustle of activity.In anxiety, the everyday world slips away and my home becomes uncanny and strange to me. From being a player in the game of life that I loved,I become an observer of a game that I no longer see the point in playing.
-Critchley
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Re: AntiOedipus Revisited
« Reply #11 on: August 12, 2019, 06:42:02 pm »
We are all aware of the fact that one day we will be no more. Time is always passing by. Should that necessarily bring about a sense of urgency?I am not too sure. Not sure at all.
You bring up a great point here that I totally sympathize with, Holden. It is precisely this sense of urgency that makes me want to act rashly, such as leaving this job. I am unsure of what I will do, as it is important to me to have some semblence of security, as in food and a room.

As I believe Cioran states, Nietzsche taught us to side with our contradictions. Cioran embraced such an attitude which is what makes his wtiting so "anti-philosophic." I can say that I am a contradictory man. I think one thing one day, feel another thing on another, and act totally seperately from both on the next. I have grown to understand this as part of my nature; I do not believe it will change much.

But yes, this sense of urgency...what do we do about it? I have as much of an answer as you do, which is none at all. But I really appreciate you bringing it up.

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« Reply #12 on: August 13, 2019, 06:23:27 am »
Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy:
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play in


Mr.Silenus,

Urgency will only lead to further suffering.This world is a vale of tears.We made it that way. We could not have made it any different.I carry the evil seeds within me. I could be fired ,imprisoned too. I just will drag it for as long as possible and then...I don't know Mr.Silenus.But its good to have come across a man like you.

A handshake in thought.
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« Reply #13 on: August 13, 2019, 07:11:04 am »
In Plato's Dialogue called the Laws,one of the character says the impulse to destroy "comes neither from man nor from God,its an infatuate obsession that is bred in men by crime done long age and never expiated and so runs its fatal course."Dear brother in suffering,we carry within us an inherited curse, a moral frailty that we derive from some evil ancestor.

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« Reply #14 on: August 13, 2019, 08:10:03 am »
Plato is right on in that it is an inherited curse; if only he understood that it is all living organisms, all of LIFE (call it the DNA molecule if you wish) that must destroy in order to use energy. Something tells me that he thought too highly of man, as some sort of above-animal. Such is the course of things, from shamanism to Platonism, to Christianity, the Enlightenment, democracy, socialism and onwards to the worship of STUFF (gadgets and toys). Some speak of progress, but all of these value-systems are nothing but the same old tripe wrapped in shiny new gloss, one right after the other.

Unlike the Platonists, I see no redemption from this.

"And the strict master Death bids them dance."