I’ve just posted the text of a talk I gave at ‘Kant’s Cave’ a couple of years back. The paper presents a ‘creative’ concept of philosophy that is central to the work of both Nietzsche and Deleuze and one of the problems that such creativity encounters, the problem of stupidity.
This ‘it lives’ – rather than, say ,’it is’ – is more than simply ‘it works’, though it depends upon this primal production of production.
Why bother with Freud today, a century after his work and ideas first began to have their effect? Is psychoanalysis really taken seriously anymore? Isn’t the whole dirty, sorry, splintered image of psychoanalysis something to be forgotten, something to put behind us as one more moment of false enlightenment? (Perhaps not completely…)
The city as an implosion event, graphs and population dynamics. Graphs, I tell you.
The question that is pressing in arises from the political problem, the problem of politics in itself, as politics. Put bluntly, why is there such a thing as ‘politics’?
Just like the word ‘communism’ the concept of ‘democracy’ is so deeply tainted by its association with capitalism that we face a dangerous problem.
It is primal repression that creates or produces the unconscious and which is the first step in the production of the type of self which Freud posits, a self that arises from the tension between sexual instincts and ego instincts. Primal repression is where we begin.
Learning (what exactly) through the rational imagination.
Poetic extractions and connections. Whilst sitting on my sofa.