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tomorrow at noon I have a paper due in my cultural history class. it's supposed to be about the War on Terror.
but if you know me, you know that i'm going to write it on whatever the fuck i feel like.
tonight's paper will be written on the following theme, excerpted from Roland Barthes' A Lover's Discourse: (don't worry - i have a brilliant way of connecting it to the War on Terror, Michel Foucault, and Lynn Cheney [wife of Vice President Dick Cheney, former head of the National Council on the Humanities, and avid opponent of the afore-mentioned frenchman)
"Adorable means: this is my desire, insofar as it is unique: "That's it! That's it exactly (which I love)!" Yet the more I experience the specialty of my desire, the less I can give it a name; to the precision of the target corresponds a wavering of the name; what is characteristic of desire, proper to desire, can produce only an impropriety of the utterance. Of this failure of language, there remains only one trace: the word "adorable" (the right translation of "adorable" would be the Latin ipse: it is the self, himself, herself, in person)." p. 20
"Adorable is the futile vestige of a fatigue - the fatigue of language itself. From word to word, I struggle to put "into other words" the ipseity of my Image, to express imporperty the propriety of my desire: a journey at whose end my final philosophy can only be to recognize - and to practice - tautology. The adorable is what is adorable. Or again: I adore you because you are adorable, I love you because I love you. What thereby closes off the lover's language is the very thing which has instituted it: fascination. For to describe fascination can never, in the last analysis, exceed this utterance: "I am fascinated." Having attained the end of language, where it can merely repeat its last word like a scratched record, I intoxicate myself upon its affirmation: is not tautology that preposterous state in which are to be found, all values being confounded, the glorious end of the logical operation, the obscenity of stupidity, and the explosion of the Nietzschean yes?" p 20-21
but if you know me, you know that i'm going to write it on whatever the fuck i feel like.
tonight's paper will be written on the following theme, excerpted from Roland Barthes' A Lover's Discourse: (don't worry - i have a brilliant way of connecting it to the War on Terror, Michel Foucault, and Lynn Cheney [wife of Vice President Dick Cheney, former head of the National Council on the Humanities, and avid opponent of the afore-mentioned frenchman)
"Adorable means: this is my desire, insofar as it is unique: "That's it! That's it exactly (which I love)!" Yet the more I experience the specialty of my desire, the less I can give it a name; to the precision of the target corresponds a wavering of the name; what is characteristic of desire, proper to desire, can produce only an impropriety of the utterance. Of this failure of language, there remains only one trace: the word "adorable" (the right translation of "adorable" would be the Latin ipse: it is the self, himself, herself, in person)." p. 20
"Adorable is the futile vestige of a fatigue - the fatigue of language itself. From word to word, I struggle to put "into other words" the ipseity of my Image, to express imporperty the propriety of my desire: a journey at whose end my final philosophy can only be to recognize - and to practice - tautology. The adorable is what is adorable. Or again: I adore you because you are adorable, I love you because I love you. What thereby closes off the lover's language is the very thing which has instituted it: fascination. For to describe fascination can never, in the last analysis, exceed this utterance: "I am fascinated." Having attained the end of language, where it can merely repeat its last word like a scratched record, I intoxicate myself upon its affirmation: is not tautology that preposterous state in which are to be found, all values being confounded, the glorious end of the logical operation, the obscenity of stupidity, and the explosion of the Nietzschean yes?" p 20-21