#baudrillard

[thirdity]

Art is dead, not only because its critical transcendence is gone, but because reality itself, entirely impregnated by an aesthetic which is inseparable from its own structure, has been confused with its own image. Reality no longer has the time to take on the appearance of reality. It no longer even surpasses fiction: it captures every dream even before it takes on the appearance of a dream.

Jean Baudrillard, Simulations

[weil-weil-lautre]

The moment a thing is named, the moment representation and concepts take hold of it, is the moment when it begins to lose its energy--with the risk that it will become a truth or impose itself as ideology. It is when a thing is beginning to disappear that the concept appears.

Jean Baudrillard, "Why Is there Nothing Rather than Something?" (2007)

[las-microfisuras]

La seducción de los ojos. La más inmediata, la más pura. La que prescinde de palabras, sólo las miradas se enredan en una especie de duelo, de enlazamiento inmediato, a espaldas de los demás, y de su discurso: encanto discreto de un orgasmo inmóvil y silencioso. Caída de intensidad cuando la tensión deliciosa de las miradas luego se rompe con palabras o con gestos amorosos. Tactilidad de las miradas en la que se resume toda la sustancia virtual de los cuerpos (¿de su deseo?) en un instante sutil, como en una ocurrencia –duelo voluptuoso y sensual y desencarnado al mismo tiempo– diseño perfecto del vértigo de la seducción, y que ninguna voluptuosidad más carnal igualará en lo sucesivo. Esos ojos son accidentales, pero es como si estuvieran posados desde siempre en usted. Privados de sentido, no son miradas que se intercambian… signos puros, intemporales… Todo sistema que se absorbe en una complicidad total, de tal modo que los signos ya no tienen sentido, ejerce por eso mismo un poder de fascinación extraordinario.

_ Jean Baudrillard, De la seducción. Madrid: Cátedra (2001).

_ Paul Tanqueray, Ethel Mannin, 1930s.

[bloodsappho]

We must grasp that Art no longer functions as metaphor.

A photograph, a film, a song, is no longer a representation of a character, an era, an archetype.

Representation and reality are no longer distinct. They feedback into one another.

The new breed of Artists like Ethel Cain have grasped this. Art is not about making a representation. It is about creating a self generating and self sustaining reality tunnel.

It is not music, it is not cinema, it is not fashion. It is a collective voodoo ritual, spanning cyberspace and meatspace, folding backwards and forwards without respect for ordinary, linear time.

Tumblr is the perfect ceremonial ground, where high intensity eroticism, totem figures, algorithms and rapid feedback buttons overlap.

“It’s happening to everybody” captures this experience. Once you’re in the tunnel, you’re hooked.

God can’t save you because he works via his angels.

They are being born out of our dataflesh in realtime.

[frail-simulacra]

“Obscenity begins when there is no more spectacle, no more stage, no more theatre, no more illusions, when everything becomes immediately transparent, visible, exposed in the raw and inexorable light of information and communication.”

Jean Baudrillard, The Ecstasy of Communication

[the-apparatus]

I got one of my mutuals fixated on MCR again, this is a huge win

[soisaidfine]

Simulacrum. U2 / Ethel Cain / Baudrillard

'If I could, you know I would If I could, I would let it go. This desperation, dislocation Separation, condemnation Revelation, in temptation Isolation, desolation Let it go'

U2: Bad

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I apathy II disruption III curiosity IV assimilation V aggrandization VI delineation VII perversion VIII resentment IX separation X degradation XI annihilation XII desolation

Ethel Cain / Jean Baudrillard: 12 pillars of simulacrum

@mothercain

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ethel cain: all hail the avocado of simulacra

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ethel cain: simulacrum is ruining my life

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[noosphe-re]

Here, however, lies the task of any philosophical thought: to go to the limit of hypotheses and processes, even if they are catastrophic. The only justification for thinking and writing is that it accelerates these terminal processes. Here, beyond the discourse of truth, resides the poetic and enigmatic value of thinking. For, facing a world that is unintelligible and problematic, our task is clear: we must make that world even more unintelligible, even more enigmatic.

Jean Baudrillard, The Vital Illusion

[909th]

“Everyone seeks their look. Since it is no longer possible to base any claim on one's own existence, there is nothing for it but to perform an appearing act without concerning oneself with being - or even with being seen. So it is not: I exist, I am here! but rather: I am visible, I am an image -look! look! This is not even narcissism, merely an extraversion without depth, a sort of self-promot­ing ingenuousness whereby everyone becomes the manager of their own appearance.”

Jean Baudrillard, The Transparency of Evil: Essays in Extreme Phenomena

[thirdity]

Nothing is wholly obvious without becoming enigmatic. Reality itself is too obvious to be true.

Jean Baudrillard, The Perfect Crime

[opalid]

Things must be pushed to the limit, where quite naturally they collapse and are inverted.

— Jean Baudrillard, Symbolic Exchange and Death

[zooptseyt]

I've said it in other terms already but it's probably a bad sign for culture and society that solipsism is casual mainstream pop philosophy that a bunch of youth unwittingly buy into and a common slang/joke is referring to others as NPCs, reflecting reality through media to justify an individualistic worldview that reduces people to subhuman status for the simple crime of existence.

This is an interconnected issue. As our social existences have grown to be so prominently rooted in the internet rather than reality, we have seen internet culture shift from self selected communities to highly influenced algorithmic streams focusing not on finding others but on playacting the self. We no longer curate social circles but our own reflections, which no longer stem from our own internal selves but a series of desires to conform. Kids don't go to the internet to try and portray their reality, they go to the internet to learn how they want to exist, be it via tiktok algorithms giving them hollow ideals for fashion and life, or via the youtube algorithm curating right wing self help political philosophy.

Though it is nigh impossible to remain untouched by the media that shapes our post-modern world, we can still work to find ourselves outside of it and be authentic. And as the shifting culture we have, moved by the internet (which, yes, is itself moved by humans moved by the internet in an infinite recursion of influence) towards fascist thinking ("others aren't really human, my main concern is myself, things used to be better, people who act weirdly outside of the acceptable societal parameters are morally worse") i think we have some sort of duty to reject it as best we can, to be our authentic selves without resorting to individualism, reject the push to conformity while wholly embracing the humanity of others and loving them on principle.

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Il n'y a pas d'aphrodisiaque comme l'innocence.

- Jean Baudrillard

[the-apparatus]

A novice LD debater just said I look like I read Baudrillard and then said I was the best judge they've had at this tournament.

[jonyokes]

Today, everyone has gained the privilege of going incognito while the "princes" - at least those in the government - are kept firmly under the eyes of the people by the media and consigned to a certain transparency

Jean Baudrillard, Radical Alterity (2008) [Semiotext(e) p. 29]