From: dsl54702@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (Oleg Koefoed)
Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2001 17:00:05 +0200
> This fourth order simularcra is an invented writing machine which violently
> destroys all representation, all language, all words. There are no words to
> say how you feel; only feel with out knowing it. There is no you. Second
> person point of view got smashed. Pure trauma. . . pure affect. I, you, they,
> can't know it. It is a-human. It is lonely here on the edge of the universe.
> There are no humans, only pretend humans. A love that cannot speak
> its name. Homophobia is a-human universalising bound by an infinite
> singularity. There is no homophobia. It got smashed up real bad. That alone
> is pure joy.
funny how a fourth order simulacrum can get to sound like a wicked drug trip. Isn't it simply so that a fourth order simulacrum is when the idea of the space between the seond and third order don't have any importance any longer - when simulacrum itself loses its signification, even that of a non-significatory quality? So a fourth order simulacrum would feel not like loneliness, but perhaps like a new feeling of collectiveness beyond the limitations of reality, simulation and simulacrum - the a-conditioned relation to-be, a becoming-relation and becoming-simulacrum that never becomes, but remains in pure suspension without ever being fulfilled...?