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Sunday 29 May 2011

"This night, this empty nothing"

Lack - void - emptiness...

Partially--but also an incalculable flow of forces, affections, and perceptions unable to be accurately demarcated or delimited.

This is where idealization, that faith vital to the amatory subject, fails.  When Roland Barthes examines the discursive configuration of "altération" in a lover's discourse--the 'tip of the nose' figure--, he finds:

"Abrupt production, within the amorous field, of a counter-image of the loved object. According to minor incidents or tenuous features, the subject suddenly sees the good Image alter and capsize."

Doubtless, because the loved object is no object, but a false history we've narrativized and a becoming's anomalous we've essentialized--the limit movements of his skin, the Loner, or the temporary governance, the Power, of his modalities.

The deception is already alive without any need to accuse internal forces of contagion or external powers of transformation, any affective becoming-Other or shift in ideological apparatuses or intersubjective crisis which refigures or reframes the white wall or multiplies or nullifies black holes producing faciality traits unrecognizable...

The lover we've known is already unknown.  He is already a stranger, his being and love a phantasm, a ghost.


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