A reading and response to 'Necessity, Labour and Time' by Moishe Postone
Moishe Postone, a historian and social philosopher who studies Marxism, in 1978 wrote a paper titled 'Necessity, Labour and Time: A Reinterpretation of the Marxian Critique of Capitalism' in the journal - Social Research , published by The New School For Social Research, NYC.
Hunting for a good watch
So I was looking watch a film this Sunday evening, it had been a nice day - I had written a beginning to a new chapter of my thesis, taken my dog for a walk, smoked maybe three cigarettes more than I should have and was looking to catch up with what the wizards at Hollywood were doing to re-invent the state of narrative in this unholy mess of a situation that we find ourselves in. Scrolling through IMDB, a name caught my eye - ‘The Hunt’; I clicked on the link and saw a portrait of Mads Mikkelsen, and since I like grouchy east Europeans, decided that I should give it a try.
Grim Soul: Survival
I have been playing Grim Soul: Survival, an android game made by Kefir, a Russian game developer which employs people remotely. I must say what they have put together in Grim Soul is not merely exemplary, in the sense in which it being a foremost example of what the genre is capable of, which it is. It is a near cinematic experience, something which 3rd person adventure games have been cultivating for quite some time, ever since Neverwinter Nights for the PC.
The personification of sounds
I unfortunately do learn, and have to live in the place that I am in; and, by and by glean a little of the life that inhabits it with me. Cupboard doors for instance claim their significance in an echo of the importance of garments they once housed. Madness? no - not quite, but a personification: an understanding aided by sound, and yes an interpretation; which like all of them have always rested however gently or heavily on the imagination.
A meeting at a motel
This story is a work of erotic fiction intended for adults 18+. From the street outside, the sunny cafeteria on the ground floor with the large glass windows ribbed with wooden frames let in the light, and you could see the plants in pots as they peered outside, curious - as the customers at their tables sipped coffee and carried on with their conversations.
I was dreaming, and sadly as with many dreams the beginnings may be lost on me. I was however expecting a package containing information. The fantasy that makes such an anticipation palpable however, the origin of the dream, is difficult to recollect. Yet, even with this fantasy broken, we glean signs as to what it may have been by the forms the dream work manifests our wish content in.
Codes of honour in John Wick 3: Parabellum
Why do I like John Wick 3? To begin with, and one eventually does, the title pays attention to the word. The word, understood not merely in its stupidity, as some petrified object cast in stone, which has nothing to do with stone, but is a metaphor for how it is understood. Parabellum, I learn is from the second half of a Latin phrase ‘Si vis pacem, para bellum’ which translates to ‘if you want peace prepare for war’. I suppose one may hypothesise that there is something which happens when a word becomes a name, even if, as in this case - the name for a bullet. It looses some of the context from which it rises from and becomes a placeholder, a tag for something else whose relation to the utterance in question remains, for the most of it, completely arbitrary. John Wick 3 is a film that, while very much a gun-fu movie, does not facilitate such a procedure, or rather does not facilitate it as such.
Identity as a covering
In Lacan's essay, 'The Instance Of The Letter In The Unconscious, or Reason Since Freud' which was originally a talk delivered to the philosophy group of the union of humanities students in Sobornne - a demarcation regarding who this discourse is meant for, and whom it is not meant for is asserted in the beginning. "I mean it is not meant for those who for any reason, psychoanalytic or other, allow their discipline to parade under a false identity; a fault of habit, but its effect on the mind is such that the true identity may appear simply as one alibi, among others, a sort of refined reduplication whose implications will not be missed by the most acute." I think this proposition drammatizes rather well and clearly the problem of identity, a question which apart from its philosophical concerns has an existential import in political and social matters.