/lit/ - Literature

Deconstruction/ideology into hyperstition. And maybe into a serious age of mimetics - postmodernism + hermeneutics. Not driving them apart (stupid fuckface transcendental miserabilism) or smashing them together (stupid fuckface fascism for idiots). Capital tells us more than we want to know about ourselves. Art does too. Literature does this.

Schopenhauer looks to art to *escape,* Nietzsche loses himself in it altogether: aesthetically/life justified/become work of art. Ok. Split the difference. When capital does this better than we can, it winds up seducing us. But really only because we have forgotten ourselves in the gobsmackingly awesome powers of collective *imagination.* See also collective *unconscious.* Emphasis on the *collective* part.

Age of memes. What a wonderful and crazy time. If you can keep your brain from leaking out of your skull. What did all of these monsters mean? The modern world seems more like a fantasy version of Men in Black some days.

Even in psychotherapy the idea was always to *release the symptom* - to let the fly out of the bottle, as Wittgenstein says. Not always dragon-slaying but dragon-releasement.

This is rambling blog-tier psychobabble but maybe worth thinking about. It connects to Peterson too, who walks this line between the symbolic and the political: he's a Culture Warrior in every sense of the word. If communism and fascism are the poles, places where we wind up with excessively aestheticized politics (fascism) or excessively politicized aesthetics (communism) then there's always a flip-over and a lot of people have to get killed to restore the balance. It's straight Girard. We know not what we do. Because the art impulse, the aesthetic impulse, is just too strong.

Okay. I don't want to fucking get on a soapbox. Just venting...