porculus on 21 Feb 2001 22:38:06 -0000 |
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[Nettime-bold] la thoérie de la femme coupée en morceaux |
er..ahem.. bonjour mademoiselle, bonjour madame, bonjour monsieur the net in general is above all a new place for moral experimentation. brief new reasons to sin. and probably new way to sin to dicover or forgotten ones to find again. look at this crooked guy Michel serres in livid ecumenical laity patron saint with faither in the ass : pit Schultz speaking : > maybe someone of you read erik davis' last book, in which he names the > great antagonist of our times "hermes", the trickster, god of trade > and thiefs, and god of communication. michel serres, also a > kind of half-god in the academic sense, made him the hero of his studies. Michel serres in hermes !!! Doesn't this criminal male apparatus glitter as a symetrical murderer call of our shining blade ? for sure ! and in fact erik davis in shakesperian traitorous appealing to antique thirst and remembering the fondation of Athens & rome have needed assassination and fratricide, so preferably a french and a cretinous victime dressed in ridiculous sacrificial outfit, and us his instruments of a without return drama. It's the anglosaxon way, so how much I prefer the foul smealing hairy latin one of vatican who has the decisive advantage to say 'there are some life here, and probably some lost soul to profit'. As usual, latin is a recycling civilisation. But in general what you see : More great the sins and more cyberspacewhatsit exist, each of us we have a fuliginous idea of that, nazi, terrorist, sound as an exorcism not for proving the presence of some monster, but just the presence of middle class amateur male, and specially female one. in the cyberwhatsit the power of denegation of life is great ! threatening.. the walk in cyberwhatsit look like furiously as a walk between two tide : first you walk about innocent for ogling the ass of the girl, then the sun shine and you have faith in well done humankind (or nearly) and second you think 'it's too early till for turning back, otherwise I will pass just for a peeping tom (especialy at your own eyes)' and..soon you find yourself alone with fucking prat seagulls and empty shell of mussel, and your torment is 'are the traces around you are proofs of full of life or is the earth for good deserted ? and just a bit away you are nearly ready to fall kneel down for praying to find an atrociously mutilated corpse behind next desolate dune for feeling a presence.. yes even an half one _______________________________________________ Nettime-bold mailing list Nettime-bold@nettime.org http://www.nettime.org/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/nettime-bold