Nature is not natural and can never be naturalized — Graham Harman

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Queer Green Sex Toys

I've started to write my essay for the talented Whitney Bauman, guest editor of the Journal for the Study of Religion, Nature and Culture.

It is called “Queer Green Sex Toys” and I promise you that every term in that suggestive phrase has a very precise and profound meaning that will be fully explicated. : )

Friday, November 21, 2014


You hear the catastrophe coming. From that moment on imprinted directly on the trait, come from the heart, the mortal's desire awakens in you the movement ... to guard from oblivion this thing which in the same stroke exposes itself to death and protects itself—in a word, the address, the retreat of the hérisson, like an animal on the autoroute rolled up in a ball. One would like to take it in one's hands, undertake to learn it and understand it, to keep it for oneself, near oneself.


You will call a poem from now on a certain passion of the singular mark ... a converted animal, rolled up in a ball, turned toward the other and toward itself, in sum, a thing—modest, discreet, close to the earth, the humility that you surname ... its arrows held at the ready, when this ageless blind thing hears but does not see death coming.

The poem can roll itself up in a ball, but it is still in order to turn its pointed signs toward the outside. To be sure, it can reflect language or speak poetry, but it never relates back to itself, it never moves by itself like those machines, bringers of death. Its event always interrupts or derails absolute knowledge, autotelic being in proximity to itself. This “demon of the heart” never gathers itself together, rather it loses itself and gets off the track (delirium or mania), it exposes itself to chance, it would rather let itself be torn to pieces by what bears down on it.
--Jacques Derrida

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Monday, November 17, 2014

It's the Satanic Children's Big Book of Activities! (PDF)

And it's completely real. And it's being handed out in FL schools because of a law that allows religious groups (guess they were only thinking of Christianity) to hand things out at public schools.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Arca: Trauma

Absolutely brilliant, no?

From an OOO point of view, everything is stunted, wounded, broken.

Roadside Kestrel

My mate Cary Wolfe doing this today.

Wisdom of Love

Matthew Cusimano has a very good comment below:

Sometimes I think it was put backward, it's not the love of wisdom, it's the wisdom of love, the difference being that there's no wisdom as such to be loved, but just what people say in love. 

Friday, November 14, 2014

Erotics of Objects

...and that's why the objects are interesting. If you're into the object-orientation, it means you know things can't be totally and utterly exhausted and accessed. You know that knowing is an erotics, not full possession.


That really is a very very good idea for a title Olafur.

A really good idea.

I'm gonna do it!

If Philo-sophia Were Just Sophia

...we'd be so sunk!

We'd be screwed, actually.

There would be no movement. No shimmering. No physicality.

There is an irreducible erotic component in philosophy. I understand Oddný Eir is working on this like her late mentor Derrida (read the translation! hello Oddný!). Behold.

Without it there would be no possibility of being wrong. Which as Graham Harman just pointed out, via his comment on ignorance and confusion as the ground of wisdom, is part of the possibility of being “right.”

Of course, loads of philosophers and scientistic-ists act as if there were no philo-...

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Confusion Is the Dawn of Wisdom

“The Greek word philosophia, which means love of wisdom rather than wisdom itself, incorporates a basic ignorance into its etymology.”
Right on Graham!
One is always in the truth. Just various kinds of fuzzy. 
Thank goodness it's philo-sophia.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014


Spider is black
Sky is blue
How tantalizing this world

Cathy's hair is black
Her complexion is white
Her attention is like a bowstring