trying not to hide

There is no direct means of perceiving the real. Science can’t help. The whole of knowledge is like a deep layer of insulation between the individual & the real. No purposeful definition seems possible, only a forced engagement appalling & ecstatic by turns, a tense Lovecraftian psychodrama in which things are simply not what they seem & not very far down beneath it all everything is more chaotic, more undermining of the human construction of the world, than it’s possible to imagine. This kind of fiction is always an attempt to ambush the real, surprise it in the act of being what it actually is, while the real returns the favour & manifests as an intrusion. A thing on a stick. A network of veins seen in a wrong light. A condition of the vacuum. But the more clearly horrific the episode, the more it interposes itself between us & the very thing we’re trying not to hide.

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4 responses to “trying not to hide

  1. John Timberlake

    ‘Nothing can attest that the real is the real, nothing but the system of fictions wherein it plays the role of the real’
    Alain Badiou, The Century (2007)

  2. I was reading The Sugar Frosted Nutsack, at a loss as to how to define it then I read this post. Nobody really could have said it better. You should check it out, it’s right up your alley, toys with the ineluctable we struggle to define.

  3. Evan

    Keep ambushing.

  4. ‘Everything you can imagine is real.’
    -Pablo Picasso