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Today my housemate described my look as health goth and I wanted to share it. But in general I’m okay, I’ve been having a bit of a tough time but I’m hoping that’s nearly over. One good thing that happened while I was away was that I presented at a Benjamin conference not too long ago on Benjamin’s relationship to Adorno and Heidegger and the history of philosophy. I’ve not been on here for a while and it looks like a lot of people haven’t come back at all, so I’m not sure who’s still out there. I’m not even sure if I’ll stick around any more than this.

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I think it’s time I leave tumblr tbh. I’ve had it in some form or another since I was 16 and like... no ty. Most of the pdfs I have on here have been removed and my mediafire account was suspended, and uploading them all again would probably cost my new job. Which isn’t great for you, but I get to live – so easy come, easy go. my twitter is @utimelyblog if you’re interested and feel free to add me on fb

people might be interested: here’s an excerpt on sci-fi from Jameson’s new book. I got the ebook from the Verso sale the other week for £2 and I’m tempted to start it but writing this I think I’m way too tired and drained from the funeral and then an amount of drinking. just repost the link if you did want to share it lol

#this small post is a small mess

tbh when anyone talks about essences or anti-humanism i just turn off now. like in our Marx reading group in Belgium some guy who was really into Levinas and ‘post-metaphysical’ philosophy kept saying Marx was doing an anti-essentialist reading of Hegel in one of his critiques. that’s all he kept saying. like, we get it. how useless a thing to say. on their own they’re such indeterminate critiques and so they fall into the same repetition, and the discourse surrounding them are reduced to generalities without content – power, I, discursiveness, textuality, flow, not to mention metaphysics itself which is never attributed to any school or philosopher (but seems to be a critique of Aristotelean substance). it feels as if if you’ve read one of them you’ve read all of them and aside from the topic discussed – whether it’s gender, colonialism, ‘power’ – there’s so little that isn’t simply citation

(this isn’t so much with any particular philosopher themselves but with how their work has been received and sublimated)

kafkaesque-world

1 July. Too tired.

Franz Kafka, Diaries (via kafkaesque-world)

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I’ve been listening to Warpaint non-stop since last summer and I love their live performances, half of them are better than their studio recordings, I love this so much

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like... my second biggest recent regret is not going to see these live in belgium or birmingham. I’ve seen a couple videos from the sets of their most recent tour and jc

mmg62ui35gyu24 replied to your photo:I was sent two copies of this with the NLR...

yes! i’ll take one!

Okay, did you want to message me where you want it sent to?

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I was sent two copies of this with the NLR subscription I got for my birthday, does anyone (in the UK b/c postage gets expensive) want one?

My friends are at a John Legend concert so I'm having a cranberry-sorbet-cocktail and starting this

mananangggal

Poetry, Lee Chang Dong (2010)

I dropped out mid-January just before the end of the first semester and moved back to England at the beginning of February, then signed on for the first time at the job-centre on the 9th. I just realised tomorrow is the last day of exams for my class in Belgium and this morning I was offered a job. Like, a decent job. I can’t believe it. It took so much out of me but I think dropping out was worth it. I’m so relieved.

I was saying to Kat earlier about how flukey me getting this job was. I appealed for extra money from the job-centre to go to the London Bookfair and because I was looking for work in a ‘specialist field’ they agreed to pay for my train ticket there, and without it I wouldn’t have been able to afford go. When I was there I hung around the stall of this employment agency that specialises in publishing a little too long and too awkwardly and someone there started to speak to me and it turned out they were the manager of temp and part time work. She took me to the fancy, exclusive, out of place restaurant there and signed me up to the agency, something I wouldn’t have considered whatsoever if she hadn’t taken me to one side and offered it. Fast forward past one horrible assessment day/interview they arranged for me where I was so thankful to be asked to leave halfway through, they contacted me about this job. They emailed me on the Wednesday and I didn’t respond till the Monday cuz I was feeling shit, and so they told me I’d missed the deadline for the job. I was like ‘o well like i had a chance anyway’, then they contacted me for an interview which was a bit confusing but I guess it wasn’t the company’s deadline but the agency’s and then the company really liked me. like jc I feel so lucky. id even k what i was looking at or waiting around for at the stall lol and i was def pushing my luck getting the job centre to put money towards going to the london bookfair

communicants

The main problem Tarr resolves in different ways in different films is how to create the deceptive sense that the characters’ situation is evolving toward some solution and, at the same time, to make one feel the hopelessness of this situation right from the beginning; the art of Béla Tarr is thus to make believe without hiding anything.

- András Bálint Kovács