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A rabbits eye view of things. St Johns Park, New Town. November 2010.

Quiz time!

To conquer the material world, human beings transformed themselves into disciplined purposive agents, and society into a bureaucratised and administered system. There is a unity of the 'autocratic' ego with the unity of instrumental reason and both, in association, impose an abstract, forced unification on the 'heterogeneous', the 'different', and 'the Other'.

Psychologically, toward the inside, the autocratic ego represses the 'polymorphous perversity' of an individual's instinctual make-up to forge a unified self. Toward the social, the outside, the same 'ego' imposes a grid of instrumental reason that maps the diversity and particularity of external nature in order to control and manipulate it. The reification of external nature and the reification of internal nature, thus entail each other.

What am I talking about here?

Comments

Anonymous said…
I love the picture.

I'll hazard a guess you're describing and psychologising a temper tantrum by one of your lovely sons in academese.
smudgeon said…
Pumpkins?

How did you manage to make St John's Park look anything other than a bit of a decrepit wasteland with a smattering of the ugly bits of architecture (no offence intended)? This actually looks quite nice!
Roddy said…
I dunno. It looks like something an adviser to a government minister would come up with to confuse the general populace.
Do you write your own material or does someone else make it up for you.
I for forgot. You are the senior policy officer. I guess you make it up.
And yair. Nice low shot.
Roddy said…
What do you think Karl Marx would make of you dissection of his works?
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, I could be...

Me, perhaps...

Roddy, this is more University than Government...

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