
This is not my favorite translation, I prefer Paul Schmidt’s, but oh well…. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted by voidmanufacturing on December 18, 2008

This is not my favorite translation, I prefer Paul Schmidt’s, but oh well…. Read the rest of this entry »
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Posted by voidmanufacturing on December 13, 2008

‘My art is a form of restoration’
In a rare interview with one of the world’s greatest living artists, Rachel Cooke asks Louise Bourgeois to reflect on her extraordinary career
RC: You moved to New York early in your career. What effect did this have?
LB: I was a ‘runaway girl’ from France who married an American and moved to New York City. I’m not sure I would have continued as an artist had I remained in Paris because of the family setup. In coming to New York, I was suddenly independent from them. I did feel the affects of being French. There was both isolation and stimulation. Homesickness was the theme of the early sculptures. Read the rest of this entry »
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Posted by voidmanufacturing on December 9, 2008

Our great dissident poet, born 400 years ago today, did more than just hymn the praises of revolt
Most poetry in the modern age has retreated to the private sphere, turning its back on the political realm. The two intersect only in such absurd anomalies as the poet laureateship. But whereas Andrew Motion does his bit to keep the monarchy in business, one of the greatest of English poets played his part in subverting it. John Milton, who was born in Cheapside 400 years ago today, published a political tract two weeks after the beheading of Charles I, arguing that all sovereignty lay with the people, who could depose and even execute a monarch if he betrayed their trust. Read the rest of this entry »
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Posted by voidmanufacturing on December 9, 2008

Interview with Simon Critchley, Senior Lecturer in Philosophy, University of Essex
Conducted by: Tom McCarthy (General Secretary, INS) Venue: Office of Anti-Matter, Austrian Cultural Institute, London Date: 29/03/01 Present: Tom McCarthy, Simon Critchley, Corin Sworn, Anthony Auerbach, Penny McCarthy, Victoria Scott, Paul Perry, Alexander Hamilton, Jen wu, Others
Tom McCarthy: You write in your book Very Little… Almost Nothing: Death, Philosophy, Literature that the task of philosophical modernity is the thinking through of the first death, the über death, which is the death of God. So my first question is: what is the meaning of this death?
Simon Critchley: It’s a big question. Nietzsche said ‘God is dead’, and that’s written on toilet walls all over the world. But he then went on to say: ‘And we have killed him.’ Read the rest of this entry »
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Posted by voidmanufacturing on December 7, 2008

2666
By Roberto Bolaño. Translated by Natasha Wimmer
By 898 pp. Farrar, Straus & Giroux. Cloth and paper, $30
In Philip K. Dick’s 1953 short story “The Preserving Machine,” an impassioned inventor creates a device for “preserving” the canon of classical music — the sacred and, he fears, impermanent beauties of Schubert, Chopin,Beethoven and so forth — by feeding it into a device that transforms the compositions into living creatures: birds, beetles and animals resembling armadillos and porcupines. Outfitting the classic pieces in this manner, then setting them free, the inventor means to guarantee their persistence beyond the frailties of human commemoration, to give them a set of defenses adequate to their value. Alas, the musical-animals become disagreeable and violent, turn on one another and, when the inventor attempts to reverse-engineer his creations in order to prove that the music has survived, reveal themselves as a barely recognizable cacophony, nothing like the originals. Or has the preserving machine revealed true essences — irregularities, ferocities — disguised within the classical pieces to begin with? Read the rest of this entry »
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Posted by voidmanufacturing on November 25, 2008

By Frere Dupont
The individual consumption of the labourer, whether it proceed within the workshop or outside it, whether it be part of the process of production or not, forms therefore a factor of the production and reproduction of capital; just as cleaning machinery does, whether it be done while the machinery is working or while it is standing. The fact that the labourer consumes his means of subsistence for his own purposes, and not to please the capitalist, has no bearing on the matter. The consumption of food by a beast of burden is none the less a necessary factor in the process of production, because the beast enjoys what it eats. The maintenance and reproduction of the working-class is, and must ever be, a necessary condition to the reproduction of capital. But the capitalist may safely leave its fulfilment to the labourer’s instincts of self-preservation and of propagation. All the capitalist cares for, is to reduce the labourer’s individual consumption as far as possible to what is strictly necessary, and he is far away from imitating those brutal South Americans, who force their labourers to take the more substantial, rather than the less substantial, kind of food. [ - Karl Marx chapter 23: simple reproduction, Capital, vol 1]
To place some emphasis here,
The maintenance and reproduction of the working-class is, and must ever be, a necessary condition to the reproduction of capital. But the capitalist may safely leave its fulfilment to the labourer’s instincts of self-preservation and of propagation.
This evidently has not been the case since 1914; the whole apparatus of social control from the outsourcing of “training” from private enterprise to state education, to ceaseless “welfare” interference, to continuous regulation of industrial relations, all prove that the capitalist social relation finds it extremely difficult to reproduce itself when relying on the working class”s “instincts of selfpreservation and of propagation”. Read the rest of this entry »
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Posted by voidmanufacturing on November 25, 2008
Metal Works
Richard Serra’s new show of monumental sculptures heralds the artist’s first exhibition in London for 16 years. In a rare interview, he talked with Adrian Searle about the evolution of his ideas and his plans for the future
For over 40 years, American artist Richard Serra has tested the limits and possibilities of sculpture, film and drawing. In the 1960s he began his investigation into the imaginative and physical potential of materials and their relationship with the site and viewer. Since the early 1970s Serra has become best-known for the monumental sculptures he has created for various architectural, urban and landscape settings. In 2007 New York’s Museum of Modern Art honoured Serra’s career with a retrospective and earlier this year his major work Promenade was installed at the Grand Palais, Paris. His current show at Gagosian Gallery, London, runs until 20 December, and includes three new steel sculptures. It is the first exhibition of the artist’s work in the UK since Weight and Measure was presented at the Tate Gallery in 1992. He gave a rare interview to Adrian Searle in London in late September.
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Posted by voidmanufacturing on September 10, 2008
Being by numbers – interview with artists and philosopher Alain Badiou – Interview
Lauren Sedofsky
Alain Badiou is an anomaly. What he has attempted has all the allure of the obviously impossible. That’s the fascination of the thing. Judge it retrograde or eminently contemporary, aberrant or a stroke of genius, but take it squarely for what it is: the painstaking effort on the part of an Althusserian Marxist, longtime Maoist, and unanalyzed disciple of Lacan to quit the confines that several generations of “limit-makers” have erected around philosophical practice. Read the rest of this entry »
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Posted by voidmanufacturing on August 20, 2008

Democracy
“The flag’s off to that filthy place, and our speech drowns the sound of
The drum.
“In the metropolis we’ll feed the most cynical whoring.
We’ll smash all logical revolts.
“On to the languid, scented lands!-in the service of the most gigantic
industrial or military exploitation.
“Farewell here, anywhere. Conscripts of good intention, we’ll have
savage philosophy; knowing nothing of science,
depraved in our pleasures; to hell with the world around us…
This is the real advance. Forward… march!”
AR
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Posted by voidmanufacturing on August 14, 2008
Compared to the bleakness of scientists stealing brains from rat fetuses and placing them in robots, I felt that Schopenhauer’s grim musings would be gleeful.
“There are only pessimists and liars”-Paul Virilio
Unless suffering is the direct and immediate object of life, our existence must entirely fail of its aim. It is absurd to look upon the enormous amount of pain that abounds everywhere in the world, and originates in needs and necessities inseparable from life itself, as serving no purpose at all and the result of mere chance. Each separate misfortune, as it comes, seems, no doubt, to be something exceptional; but misfortune in general is the rule. Read the rest of this entry »
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Posted by voidmanufacturing on July 26, 2008
The Death of a Soldier
Life contracts and death is expected,
As in a season of autumn.
The soldier falls.
He does not become a three-days personage,
Imposing his separation,
Calling for pomp.
Death is absolute and without memorial,
As in a season of autumn,
When the wind stops,
When the wind stops and, over the heavens,
The clouds go, nevertheless,
In their direction.
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Posted by voidmanufacturing on July 22, 2008
A WORD. A word is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day Read the rest of this entry »
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Posted by voidmanufacturing on July 20, 2008
by John Zerzan
Tech-nol-o-gy n. According to Webster’s: industrial or applied science. In reality: the ensemble of division of labor/production/industrialism and its impact on us and on nature. Technology is the sum of mediations between us and the natural world and the sum of those separations mediating us from each other. it is all the drudgery and toxicity required to produce and reproduce the stage of hyper-alienation we live in. It is the texture and the form of domination at any given stage of hierarchy and commodification. Read the rest of this entry »
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Posted by voidmanufacturing on July 10, 2008
| DIOGENES was a native of Sinope, the son of Tresius, a money-changer. And Diocles says that he was forced to flee from his native city, as his father kept the public bank there, and had adulterated the coinage. Read the rest of this entry » |
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Posted by voidmanufacturing on July 8, 2008
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Posted by voidmanufacturing on July 7, 2008
My soul is a sacrilegious temple
in which the bells of sin and crime,
voluptuous and perverse,
loudly ring out revolt and despair.
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Posted by voidmanufacturing on June 28, 2008
Captain BellamyDaniel Defoe, writing under the pen name Captain Charles Johnson, wrote what became the first standard historical text on pirates, A General History of the Robberies and Murders of the Most Notorious Pirates. According to Patrick Pringle’s Jolly Roger, pirate recruitment was most effective among the unemployed, escaped bondsmen, and transported criminals. The high seas made for an instantaneous levelling of class inequalities. Defoe relates that a pirate named Captain Bellamy made this speech to the captain of a merchant vessel he had taken as a prize. The captain of the merchant vessel had just declined an invitation to join the pirates. Read the rest of this entry »
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Posted by voidmanufacturing on June 23, 2008
OKLAHOMA CITY—The depression is endangering patriotism. Here this week “there breathed a man with soul so dead,” or with stomach so empty, that he gave a silk American flag for $2 to a pawnbroker.
Proprietors said during the past few months persons have pawned dogs, false teeth, and almost every other possession imaginable, but this was the first flag.
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Posted by voidmanufacturing on June 23, 2008
It is a fragment of a very long poem, Vittoria, by Pasolini (SGs: Marx, Film, Poetry, Politics, Love, etc…). Read the rest of this entry »
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