  Comics: -------------- Comics are thrashing out the metaphysics of our time in a way that academics, critics and traditional thinkers just aren't equipped to handle. We can argue over which of them is doing a better job later. A friend said something awesome in a lecture he gave for my cours last semester; that complex images have becomes the new simple images; in terms of reproducability and aura, the ability of symbols to reproduce was exactly that of language - but when reproduction is the primary form of movement, maybe you need a complex visual form like a comic to criticise and understand, to delve, into the Big Issues. Blogs: -------------- I think blogs are interesting because they are so much like comics; at least when you use images as liberally as I do.
I am at my most bloggish here when I propogate an image I think will interrupt its viewer's visual sphere with interesting results. I want my new blog to be as comic interruptus as possible. But I'm returning, as all left-leaning academe types might eventually find themselves, to the point where I am sympathetic to Fredric Jameson’s insistence that the Left (that's me, in this case) must reclaim art’s pedagogic function, and that such art must provide conceptual abstractions of how the social system is configured [Jameson, 1991]. Critiquing popular culture is absolutely hand-in-hand with the type of conceptual abstractions of the social system I want to make; at least, the type I feel I'm best equipped to make.
I believe real hickory-smoked changes can be brought about by better art, better living. ..and yeah, better blogging. Blogging on Fluffy Deleuze: ----------------------------- Sandy of urlLink http://strikecuriousposse.blogspot.com/ is the new blog hero of the day for this: Or to put it another way, am I disqualified from radically antihumanist abstract production if I don't happen to like cyberpunk novels? .. I think there's something utterly catastrophic, as a new, embryonic Deleuzian, in the way their fans present them as these cthonic space elves who came and destroyed systems of desire, didn't you know?
My experience is marked by warmth; by fluffy. I read Capitalism and Schizophrenia in a hospital waiting room. Its as distant and calming as it is confrontational. Its a real breakdown, it makes you feel loved and vulnerable. And, shit, only last week, some spotty historian from Monash was correcting me on a thing about desiring-machines. I was trying to talk about characters being so lovely that the narrative comes second (the dandy/the bishounen). I felt like I'd dissapointed everybody who'd ever read a red and white. He was right, I wasn't really using the material right, but my point was I didn't need to, I was being an image of the triumph of seeming-rightness over the details. 
