tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571055663184272276.post8407085863988096433..comments2023-07-09T07:45:50.552-07:00Comments on Socialism and/or barbarism: Useless equipmentECWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142600295759704786noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571055663184272276.post-63707551985614739792009-07-20T11:41:44.120-07:002009-07-20T11:41:44.120-07:00I'm really more inclined toward a making-what-...I'm really more inclined toward a making-what-you-will of what remains than of a sterile and subtracted reverie. But I need to begin with melancholia at the moment, with motionless awe in the face of a suspended world, because after all, I am myself a ruin-to-be, and I need to do what I can to undo every inclination toward self-legitimation. <br /><br />Otherwise, it would be too easy to make out of the scrap heap new self-extensions serving a crypto-legitimation on the basis of 'my will'. I think the (continuous) passage through a melancholic shock is necessary to suspend not only equipmental embedding of future-ruins, thereby freeing them for misuse-value, but the average everyday absorption of 'Dasein', which is already Dasein itself. In other words, I think it might be necessary to shake off the vain notion that I 'am' 'there', rather than <i>not there</i> or anywhere, and nothing at all, the almost nothing of ruins without proper use.<br /><br />I'm all for salvagepunk, so long as oneself is reduced to ruins along with the rest of the world, and the experimental equip-manipulation is not the petty prosthetic self-extension of 'last men'. The melancholy is the suspension of the legitimacy of the user, so as to make of it no more than an avatar of decay.<br /><br />In short: melancholia is not the end, it is the traumatic exposure of oneself to its total loss and ruination, as the <i>commencement</i> of a scrap-work. Without this exposure, capital would still have a foothold. It's the trauma of a reduction of oneself to ruins, so as to make equivocal use of oneself and the other inhabitants of the scrapyard.<br /><br />I think the end of my post tomorrow might start pointing in that direction.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com