[Nettime-bold] Genji

[Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>]

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Genji


The declarative sentence, the statement, the clear interrogative, have
run their course. What can be meant by this?

Only that gaps open among words, that spaces lead to other spaces, that
language itself is wounded, that every word links elsewhere, pulls hard
at the skein, harder at the skin.

This is the critical problem of contemporary thought: the unmooring of
language, untethering of thought, which wanders blindly among surfaces.

There is no return; language is unpunctuated, phrases slide obscenely
(perhaps) upon each other, every word is skewed with every other. No
longer is the difference a function of two variables; instead, it is an
accumulation of partial and occluded signs whose deferrals slide into
non-existence.

Languaging slides from an accumulation of words, proprietary signifiers,
protocols; the sentence has already disappeared. One letter shudders,
stutters, against another; pronouns lose antecedents, precedents; nouns
lose referents.

Descending into chaotic phenomena, ontology is undermined; everything is
relativized - meaning, for example, becomes tied and taut to the attri-
bute, and nouns are referenced by upgrades. This is not only a phenomen-
on of electronic communication and high-speed technology; it has become
a characteristic subtext (also subject to revision) of our time (always
already lost prior to enumeration).

No longer crying for our lost language, after the hiatus between two
world wars.

Thinking slides among symbols, harbors none; surfaces slide as well.
What passes for thought is afterthought, a salvage-operation. Every
instantiation leads to every other; information occludes itself. Tracks
are traces of the infinite, just as the aphorism opens itself to depths
of interconnected and rhizomatic tunnelings. Nothing emerges, nothing is
brought up, nothing is capable of existing after unmoorings.

Among the ghosts, ghosts. Among languagings, memories of languages, the
"just" as I was "about" to say ...

Such is the only conceivable critical thought of our time-revised, such
is the problem, to the extent it is a memory.


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Genji


The declarative sentence, the statement, the clear interrogative, have
run their course. What can be meant by this?

Only that gaps open among words, that speaces lead to other spaces, that
galanguage itself is wounded, that every word links elsewhere, pulls
hard at the skiein, harder at the skin.

This is the criticawl l problem of contemporary thought: the unmooring
of language, untethering of thought, which wiancders blindly among
surfaces.

There is no return; language is unpunctuated, phrases slide obscenely
(perhaps) upon each other, every word is skewed with every other. No
longer is the difference a function of two variables; instead, it is an
accumulation of a varying number of fuzzy partial and occluded signs
whose deferrals themselvesslide into non-existence.

Languaging slides from an accumulation of words, proprietary signifiers,
protocols; the sentence has already disappeared. One letter shutdders,
stutters, against another; pronouns lose reference, antedecedents,
precedents; nouns lose referents.

Descending into chaotic phenomena, ontology is undermined; everything is
relativitzed - meaning, for example, becomes tied and auttaut to the
atrtri- bute, and nouns are gradgraded (as long as grading
lasts)referenced by upgrades. This is not only a phnenomenon phenomen-
on of electronic communication and hisgh-speed technology; it is has
become a characteristic subtext (also subject to revision) of our time
(always already lost before prior to enumeration).

No longer crying for our lasost language, after the haiatus between two
world wars.

Thinking slides among symbols, harbors none of them. ; surfaces slide as
well. What passes for thought is afterthought, a salvage-operation.
Every  instantiation leads to every other; information occluedes itself.
trTracks are traces of the infinite, jutst as the aphorism opens itself
to deptshhs of interconnected and rhizomatic tunnelings. But nothing
Nothing emerges, nothing is brought up, nothing is capable of existing
after unmoorings.

Among the ghosts, ghosts. Among languagings, memories of languages, the
"just" as I was "about" to say ...

__Such is the only conceivable critical thought of our time-revised,
such is the probelem, to the extent it is remema memory.


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