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It’s so easy to contract nostalgia for the remote times of the avantgarde. Then let’s push hardships.

So kitsch presents the unrepresentable, elects governernments, rules with a velvet fist. Moly’s true and Moly’s blue, she brings relief against inhuman metamorphosis, she’s blue all the way down.

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Gott ist tot – what’s to be done? Their phenomenology builds a pihu bracketing out of my own taste – not the taste-already-in-statement, the judgement – but the felt taste, the substantial basis of the statement that falsifies its ground. Unless you hide – under the crimson moving wounds or under the clean sheet of freckled skin – the scars with which history has marked you, you’ll be in the arrieregarde of the avantgarde.

Taste hyperhates the many. It buries experience in velvet coffins not to be open – no one should open that canned void. As a matter of taste, the global’s split iptu the hyperreal Atlantiquity and the syphilistine infrareal. We’re bullies of bliss, we don’t murmur, we state. For the syphilistine, the kitsch object is an angelic sign which protects him from himself, a symbol of gentle possession.


It is naked force tamed by numbers. Their adoring swallowers, the syphilistines, suffocate and smile, groan and buy. Il nous faut deux guerres, et, puis, un Daguerre, pour nous en sortir. From the outside, taste tastes its own burial. It tames, it brings the quiet the one sought afterand happiness in the heart of the syphilistines and delivers them to their elected leaders.

Your transparent your self Narcisse, m’a b ime.

Simone Boué, Emil Cioran, Luca Pitu

Coito, ergo sum Luca Pitu disait-il, quoi? The kitsch object devours the surroundings: Indeed, why would you? There is no way back from kitsch. Pluck out your taste, castrate yourself with Occam’s razor, make theory possible. Nature knows better than kitsch and what she does not know better, she forgets ; it simply lacks this possibility – no color combination, no shapes in nature are kitsch.

But don’t make it desirable, for it’s already possible – make a gewgaw out of yourself. Kitsch engineers the distance it has to be perceived from, together with the continuous attraction it exerts, that gently undermines that distance.

They’re all mad in their crave for purity; on top of, avantgarde is crazy.

Blue Moly in improbable fields. The lica before god chests the avantgarde’s spear. This wind sweeps concentration way: You can’t tell what’s going on in Magritte’s paintings, can’t make stories out of them.

Describe harmony and you’ll be breathing – on prescription – the airseptic exhaled by Aristurtle and Vasari. Taste as a faculty – like imagination or memory – is that which lacks in the process of cutting phenomenological ways through kitsch. It is taste that which bring naturaleness in the higher states of contemplation and the subject to the understanding of its nature.


The latter is peripheral to the former. But easy going Moly does not pay rent in Atlantiquity this hints to what you know about Atlantiquity, to which I can’t attend verbally ; she’s before that, between you and that remote improbability which is the land of the avantgarde: And their business goes that well in spite of their accusations and because of them.

You live a kind of quiet knowing that it is there, whatever may happen to this exhausting, cruel, and cold world. Kitsch is the heroin and heroism of the masses.

Your transparent your self Narcisse, m’a b ime Publications: Fearful angels, sweetened by syphilistines: Time is devoid of events, a pure time, at the antipodes of Kant’s a priori – insofar as it is obtained by incontrolable syntheses: It can be perceived in a corner or on a shelf, conveniently far away.

Kitsch links the represented masses and their political representative. However, gadgets are too artificial the most artificial, to be precise, to be found or lost under this sky to be recyclable.

All these are stories about how we can’t make stories. Who’s there to weep it? Idyllique dieu, ce theos-telos de la technique.

The only way to narrativize them is to tell the story of your own interpretation of Magritte’s paintings.