File spoon-archives/baudrillard.archive/baudrillard_1998/baudrillard.9805, message 133


Date: Mon, 25 May 1998 00:56:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: oconnell-AT-oz.net (Mark O'Connell)
Subject: Re: Fw: the perfect poison


> I might be trying to figure out male people by seeing the effect
>of my words on them as one of the many things in 'all the things you need
>to know to be a grownup' I might be trying to learn if I happened to be
>19?
>And how come everyone is so quiet now? It's not because of me is it?
>That's silly- you shouldn't be talking because they are females
>listening- you should be talking because there are things that need to be
>said for their own sake. (like Erik just did)
>        ...but if you happen to attract rare thoughtful followers
>(including females one) who agree with what comes from your personal logic
>or voice so be it.
>

I'm beginning to think you should just choose one of your suitors and get
laid and get it over with already .
I mean really. What's to lose?

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>Nietzsche said this in order to combat the apathy following the death
>of God. He wanted us to fell as enthusiastic about our
>contingent "truths" as a child feels for his toys. He wanted to
>discard metaphysics and religion just as a child discards an old toy,
>and he wanted us to "feel" as much for the new toy (as a child feels
>for a new toy): "still child enough, eternal child" (BGE, 57).
>
>The problem with all this is, of course, that the child's enthusiasm
>is closely bound up with "malice and greed".
>
>-Soren

at the risk of sounding hopelessly sentimental Soren, you sounded
hopelessly cynical with that one...  There ARE nice kids in the world.

THUD! THUD! THUD!!!!  (sound of forehead banging on tabletop)

Mark

Mark O'Connell
oconnell-AT-oz.net

"You can't write a chord ugly enough to say what you want to say sometimes,
so you've got to rely on a giraffe filled with whipped cream."
-zappa



   

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