As I sat outside on the steps to the backyard this morning, imbibing cheap instant coffee mixed with a drop of blood of some poor farmerand munching a somewhat stale P&J (that got dropped onto the ground just secs before), all consumed by Mozart's Requiem... I had a lyric moment (sun before me, warmth upon me, harmony within me, it and me, it it it it it... no no, me me me me me....)
Is this not the pure bourgeois? Man confronts the beautiful without? Who then contemplates his loss from the Mother (why did you forsake me Mother?). Who rejoices upon finding her, but realizes he is forever banished from her, masturbates to achieve her... Zizek, I think in the Guide, pointed to the horrific moment during coitus when one realizes the utter absurdity of the mechanical. Do we not constantly work towards the splurt? That paradoxical moment of both attainment and disillusion? Oh great Sisyphus, roll not the boulder, let the boulder roll over you.
For a moment, death, horror, injustice, perished... But here, and there; precisely everywhere; the alienation! Is my remorse not the symptom of an alienating/alienated world? If humanity has anything to achieve, is it not to alienate alienation? To banish the logic of the bourgeois? So we may stare deeply into the Mother and scream "I have murdered thee!"
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