The question arises as to why and how to think a politics beyond relation when relation lies at the heart of politics. Agamben embraces non-relation as an ethical response to the absolutism that he sees governing our most constitutive of relations, namely, our relation to the law. "The originary relation of law to life is . . . Abandonment", he writes, alluding to the law's sovereign demand that we submit under its full force even when its contents fail to make sense. After an astounding reading of Kafka's "Before the Law", which overshadows ethically and exegetically the impressive deconstructive readings of this parable, Agamben shows that we are not simply summoned by the law, but that we appear compulsively in front of it. Whatever the law, it is law only insofar as it solicits from us the sense of absolute abandonment and unconditional respect, the sublime sentiment Kant called reverence.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
from a Review of Homo Sacer
Friday, May 25, 2012
I am Rinthon
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Prohibition
I was showing my senior card
Under the mocking looks of those pigs
Who started an obscene laugh
At my siren shape
I am old and go fuck yourselves
With my style of dragonfly
I am old and I'm going to die
A small forgotten detail
Go your own way you bastards
Quickly go to the buffet car
I will smoke my cigarette
Quietly in the toilet
Prohibition is everywhere
Alcohol on television
Papers, fags, lack of cash
And getting old in public places
Prohibition is everywhere
Words and screams, fornication
Semen forbidden at 60 years old
Or else scandal and giggles
I am old and go fuck yourselves
With my style of dragonfly
I am old and I'm going to die
A small forgotten detail
Sick people are prohibited
Disposed of in the ditches
Unless they're worth a dime,
Cash for the wealthiest
Old people are discarded
Put to the asylum, to the castle of oblivion
Here is what's waiting for me tomorrow
If I ever loose my way
I have other perspectives, you see
I am going to have sex, to drink and smoke
I'm going to invent myself other skies
Always wider and more precious
I am old and go fuck yourselves
With my style of dragonfly
I am old,fearing neither god nor man
If I die, it will be of happiness
Friday, May 11, 2012
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
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