Tuesday, May 29, 2012

from a Review of Homo Sacer

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.

Friday, May 25, 2012

I am Rinthon

Pass by over me with a ringing laugh, and then tell me
a friend word: I am Rinthon, the one of Syracuse.
A small nightingale of the Muses; from the tragic phliaxes
I was able to pick an ivy different and mine.

-Nossis

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

Happy B.D., Sal!

Salvador Domènec Felipe Jacinto Dalí i Domènech, Marquis de Púbol
(May 11, 1904 – January 23, 1989)