I Seek to Understand Me

Unfortunately, it appears The Editors remain wedded to a theoretical model that fails to serve the ends of a genuinely liberatory scholarship but rather produces one more tired iteration of essentialist, fundamentally patriarchal discursive modalities.

The Editors (and their soi-disant "radical" cohort) make quite a show of celebrating the inherently disruptive cultural productions of the Paleo-Left Blogosphere (PLB), particularly those regarding dissolute Irishmen and their impertinent Scandinavian interlocutors. However, these sorts of ostensibly emancipatory critical reconstructions in the final analysis remain quite literally toothless. As they must. A scholarly praxis capable of truly interrogating the vexed interrelationship between the dominant MSM narrative and the unruly linguistic subversions of the PLB would surely not rely upon a oversimplified binary construction of "give and take" as occurs in The Editors' strained cultural archeology. Rather, what is needed is an approach that is rhizomic, palimpsestic, that produces a critical problematic instead of yet another instantiation of an illusory teleology which, for all its triumphalism, ultimately denies agency and authentic subjectivity to those subaltern voices it allegedly intends to champion. It smacks of nothing so much as a muddled intentionalism.

What would The Editors make of the following specimen retrieved from the as yet underexplored trove of documents pertaining to Hesiod's old Counterspin site -- a resource of whose existence The Editors seem wholly unaware, despite their self-claimed "expertise" in this area? Yet here we see on display all the commitment to social justice, drunk driving, and wearing tight leather thongs that in truth characterized this moment in history. It is in this direction that future scholarly effort must be directed, not into the fallow fields of a sprezzatura entirely devoid of jouissance.

   

Comments

[coldH2Owi]

What school did you go to, because I wanna go there too & learn how to write like that. Beautiful, just beautiful. Since it looks like rain up here in Wiscoland, the Harley stays parked, but reading this unbelievable display of intellectual giantism has made the day worth staying alive for. Oh, oh, that damned end of a sentence "for" - hey, I've never been to France but I stayed in Tijuana once.

[Bob]

If you would be so kind as to translate this post into English I would be so kind as the leave a witty bon mot in comments.

[flory]

The really scary part is how much of this kind of tripe -- that was written for serious -- you must've had to read in order to be able to produce that gem.

[MH]

Or they could just be using the postmodernism generator...

http://www.elsewhere.org/pomo/

[Apprentice to Darth Holden]

Someone is channeling that Paglia bint.

[Phila]

It's pretty clear that the Editors are confusing the faciality of the larval subject qua site of formal signification with the optic of the nomadic imaginary qua site of the condition of possibility of an authentically recursive minoritarian gaze.

As such, they should probably drink some codeine cough syrup and listen to the Scorpions' "Animal Magnetism."

[Sir Charles]

Congratulations -- you've been given tenure!

I'll alert David Horowitz.

[The Critic]

I thought I was one of the few left who remembered with fondness good old Hesiod and his Counterspin. Ahhh...grand old times they were....

[Thers]

TCritic; that was my original online haunt.

[Doctor Slack]

This is just... beautiful.

[uncle noel]

This post is not without jouissance. "Palimpsestic" - what a hoot!

[chiggins]

*shaking the test tube*

Holy shit man, it's pure. This is uncut bullshit, the real deal. You can step on this over and over again, and it'd still be the best bullshit on the street.

Wow.. I haven't tasted bullshit this good since that load came in for Dismantling Prevailing Paradigms in Comparative Analysis of Liminal Ritual Space. back in '96. That was some good shit. But not this good.