Fucking in Rhythm and Harmony

[This post forms part of a symposium with bacteriagrl, k-punk, sit down man you're a bloody tragedy (I still dream of orgonon), infinite thought (the money shot and vintage porn), effay, poetix.]

"Aren't we all just cyber-whores, spamming that which is exterior to what we take to be ourselves with the perpetual and never-ending desire for love. Spam is the undead. A poignant indication of the essence of bored, boring modern man."
Martin Monk

The internet is entirely driven and dominated by pornography - and this statement is not a banal moralizing platitude, but rather a critical nomination.

The internet is entirely driven and dominated by pornography because the internet at root is pornography, and nothing but pornography.

Trick of this light: a sublimely secretive and naturally always-already sexualized indeterminate series of theoretical reaches and grips, fantastic clinches and grasps – certain erotogenic trajectories and casually variegated libidinal angles and actions – put discretely to work for a dreadfully charmed social production.

The dream has always been that some such endless series of sickly sweet corporeal decompositions will eventually find themselves - each to all - somehow strangely mutually attracted to each in the savage elsewhere - and then softly close together accordingly into a new arrangement, collect into an integral and singular mass - like snow falling gently on a fluorescent city at night.

The relentless and evil solar rays of enjoyment will finally spend and exhaust themselves in a vanishing vertex, overcoming obscenity somewhere over the rainbow and giving birth in the same movement to a new and superior Earth. This was the first dream of Heidegger, his velveteen sphere, but it finally just shredded like cotton – as Germany choked in the smoke of the burning thousand-year Reich.

Heidegger was cast into the black lights. In the manner of Dante, he abandoned the beaten track and became lost in the woods, but unlike the latter, foreclosed upon the ecstatic orient: drunken angel or else burning star.

In his later work, this kind of hysterical draining, careful and cut suffocation of all truth in the now – thus his own morbid attachment to poetry; his delicious slow transfer of all responsibility to it.

In fact, the real truth – as Paul Celan would later discover - was that Heidegger did not really like poetry; he did not really trust it. It was always just a little bit too confused and pathetic, too metaphysical – too sticky and strange.

The irony here is such is the innate and inherent problem of poetry: the machine at the heart of it that dictates its unfolding. But Heidegger could not accept this - what he wanted was sharpness and crystalline clarity, a haunted elaboration, a majestic ontology considered as prophecy.



In short – he wanted the money shot, the certain essential product, evading spectacular method and chatter, but nonetheless achieving the same. IT has already concisely stated this logic: “This passion for authenticity…the silencing of the woman with cum…is this not a battle over the very substance of language, an aggressive response to the non-relation that characterizes all human interaction? I believe that the future of the money shot will involve the impossibility of male ejaculation, which is still too human, too teleological. Impotent men will toss themselves off in vain while a pretty young girl gazes up at them as if at the cosmos itself. There will be no mediation”

Dissemination: seed cast wastefully outside. Derrida would later take Heidegger sharply to task for his weak prematurity, his complete lack of control. In a tangle with traces and clues, beneath the Menshevik/Tantric sign of a sex without end, the Messiah only always about to come, but never quite coming: instead only interminable play, and an anal-oral economy without either reserve or protection.

Every manner of différance squeezed out from your hips, my darling - your undecidable lips, the supplement of your tits: it is almost as if we could be in love…

[Part II to follow shortly]