Thursday, December 23, 2010

a reflection on the love of looking

a synopticon menagerie, subtly arranged so that we may observe
and yet be observed

enclosed, in segmented space, single persons inserted into fixed position

into an apparatus that assures dissymmetry, disequilibrium, difference
it does not matter who, any inserted individual, can operate the machine

a marvellous machine which induces conscious and permanent visibility
immersed, watching others engaged in their own immersive acts
our attention arrested in perverse changing movements
subjection born mechanically from fictitious relations

the euphoria wanes
anxiety washes in,
irreversible we search for it still
dizzy and disoriented
we are left to operate the machine

Oh no, we got caught.  How are we going to get out of it?
Oh no, we got caught-up. Still, how are we going to get out of it?

cast in the shadow of the pleasure principle
we share our anxieties, our impulses, our burdens
we confess
perfecting perverse sexuality

we want to be perfect, good looking
practicing good looking




fitting seamlessly into the apparatus
any inserted individual can operate the machine

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