October 13, 2005
Reaction to a Post-Modern, Marxist-Existential Era
My little house of cards almost collapsed all over the table when I opened Sartre's Search for a Method. I had considered myself an existentialist. I was ignorant, obtuse. I'm still ignorant, obtuse. Sartre marries Existentialism with Marxism. The labels don't matter so much as the feeling of evolution. I was instantly struck by the fickle abstraction of linearity and how it defines progression.
Issues of linear progression are immensely important. Self-described media critics examine the concept of 'real-time' with scornt. "Real-time," they say, "is waiting in line at the grocery store. How is that any different from waiting for an NSYNC mp3 to download?" The reality of the situation: Apples and Oranges. Yes, what these critics deem REAL is the many named communal hallucination that is human existance. The collective nature of existence - consiousness - is glaringly obvious.
Media consiousness. Pop culture. Assimilation. Globalization. Our little flatland is seething with recursion - hardwired into our DNA. But the individuals stand out. What does this mean? In some ways, we are all the individuals. Andy Warhol's 15 heartbeats of fakery. The cellular bastardization of the prophet. Oracles are knighted, sanctified - so that every single living cell/human/individual/man can be that.
I know everything. I am everything. The siamese twins Aristotle and Spinoza. The collective unconsious is everything. But its not unconsious - but existence.
And now the post-modernist will stand up and mutter, "but we still have to pay the car insurance."
Posted by alex at October 13, 2005 12:44 AM
Comments
Linear progression is best mapped on an pizza box, while insanely stoned. Especially if your name Is [no name calling].
Posted by: Nabiki Tendo at October 13, 2005 01:22 AM