Zero Brain Cells Left

There is a possible weaponization of twerking and related striptease/burlesque modalities of movement. By moving towards a hyper-fetishized position, the feminine posterior (one may be reminded of Bataille's lucid remarks on "the solar anus") turns into a black hole style attractor which chaotically manifests as a limit-condition of seduction, in effect a "phallic" position which beckons as it occupies a state of refusal.

  Thought-force is the sole faciality, the pansychic basis flowing or leaking as from a cosmic faucet univocally from the (non)-one, the (non)-god. Concealement reveals the force of thought force when, in prayer, the cloud of unknowing protects us from the demonic other. The demonic other who is Satan personified (the "prince of darkness") is that adversary who wishes to bend my thought-force back on me, "stupefying" me, but here I must double-down and really force things. The normal state-of-being of the monad is that of being in-ideology. To be in-ideology is not just to be the "average sensual man", but something more ridiculous, it is to be a meme, it is to exist as a fragment of some larger whole, to be part of a kind of hive mind, to be hypnotized by the memes that organize groups. Here Pound's notion of the "average sensual man" takes on the aspect of: panels of erogenous zones, hysterical surfaces of titillation. These planes (to ...

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The scoundrels were a downright rancid bunch of devilish rascals. Their pernicious lack of any abstemiousness whatsoever amounted to sheer, unalloyed contumaciousness. It was evident that some kind of Oedipal issue had caused them to rebel, had led them to ABSOLUTE REBELLION. This rebellion, which I caution the reader to NEVER imitate, was so total it led the scoundrels down the pernicious tunnel of crime, flippancy, vapidity, sloth, Attention Deficit Disorder, grifting, and theft. Not to mention the cupidity, lasciviousness, and all around greasy treacherous Janus-faced no-good base deception and Machiavellian will-to-power. Nobody trusted them, obviously, but, being thieves and rascals, the scoundrels were able to trick the unintelligent, dupe the credulous, and fuck-over the clueless. Their Satanic knavery knew no limits, and the ludicrous amount of cronyism, sleaziness, flabbiness, flatulence and dyspepsia in the government made it easy for them to rise to the top of the pops and...

The choreographer begins exactly as stated by Alain Badiou in Logics of Worlds, with a body made up of points, moved by its fidelity to the Event. In the case of dance, the event is an indefinitely prolonged return to stillness. To free the body from its neurotic tics and pulsations and discover grace within a certain "animality", which is an animality not unlike those of Kafka, because it includes a certain dignity. "From a Classical Position" does not follow rules that are particularly clear (in spite of Forsythe's numerous attempts to notate or clarify his "technique"), but rather proceeds through and in the virtuosity of the dancers (Forsythe and Dana Casparsen). It works through the tenderness and the ambivalent tensions evoked (almost as if through mime, but evading the tendency to turn into mime as with Mats Ek). Dance can never reduce itself to the exhibitionism of a beautiful body, just as the unattractive, out of shape body stands to benefit...