sitting with the loss of the world requires a supple affective infrastructure, or a religion, which i reject, as i prefer not to be triangulated. if you’re a kind of thing whose lack of fit is endemic, if you sense that the bad life is impersonal and political while also overclose, it structures living as organically as anything about you, such as having had the trunk of your own body your whole life, stretching, bloating, twisting, holding you up, taking blows, manufacturing joys in the cracks, and being outlined by fabric that discloses so little that nakedness is always jolting.
Divine inexistence […] must be understood in the twofold sense that permits its equivocity. Firstly, in an immediate fashion, the divine inexistence signifies the inexistence of the religious God, but also the metaphysical God, supposed actually existent as Creator or Principle of the world. But the divine inexistence also signifies the divine character of inexistence: in other words, the fact that what remains still in a virtual state in present reality harbours the possibility of a God still to come, become innocent of the disasters of the world, and in which one might anticipate the power to accord to spectres something other than their death.
…work is not a gift that the proletarian could contribute in an exchange of love. Work, properly speaking, is his alienation, not something he divests himself of but something that comes to him from outside: the bourgeois people are the ones who give work. And the relationship to be had with them as workers is always that of asking for work, whether it be humble or sullen, individual or collective. Love is necessarily beyond this obligatory relationship between work and the request for it.

We must nurse each of our wounds.

death-suit:

But is there a better way of overcoming hallucination than to pay attention to the other? For me the other is ‘the real thing’, and reference to the other is what breaks with hallucination, if such a break is possible. In order to respect the transcendence or the heterogeneity of the other, we have to pay attention.

—Jacques Derrida

Two equally desiring subjects meet nowhere except perhaps momentarily in sex. In every other way, heterosexuality is over, but they forgot to tell us. It is at once dismantled and generalized.

The couple form is no longer a mediation between capitalism and the individual: Now it stands for the full capitalization of private life. What used to be a mediating layer now fucks you directly.

notveryraven:

western daddy

notveryraven:

western daddy

(Source: rhizzone.net)