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UbuWeb Sound - Jean Baudrillard
Unbelievable but true! Baudrillard recites his poetry backed up by an all star band featuring Tom Watson, Mike Kelley, George Hurley, Lynn Johnston, Dave Muller and Amy Stoll, special guest vocalist Allucquère Rosanne Stone. Recorded live as part of the Chance Festival at Whiskey Pete’s Casino in Stateline Nevada, 1996. You’ve never heard Baudrillard like this before! Music to read Nietzsche to.
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Introduction: Jean Baudrillard
“The futility of everything that comes to us from the media is the inescapable consequence of the absolute inability of that particular stage to remain silent. Music, commercial breaks, news flashes, adverts, news broadcasts, movies, presenters—there is no alternative but to fill the screen; otherwise there would be an irremediable void…. That’s why the slightest technical hitch, the slightest slip on the part of the presenter becomes so exciting, for it reveals the depth of the emptiness squinting out at us through this little window.”
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Posted on November 29, 2012 via Ailsa Amos with 7 notes
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For me, the photography, in its purest form, is a variant of the fable. Another way of saving the appearances - a way of signifying, through this fabulous capture, that this supposed “real” world is always about to loose its meaning and its reality, that it actually could do without meaning and reality (but we can hardly face this hypothesis, no more than that there might be nothing rather than something).
Baudrillard, Jean. 2008. “Integral Reality.” in: Jean Baudrillard = Baudrillardiana.
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The skylines lit up at dead of night, the air-conditioning systems cooling empty hotels in the desert and artificial light in the middle of the day all have something both demented and admirable about them. The mindless luxury of a rich civilization, and yet of a civilization perhaps as scared to see the lights go out as was the hunter in his primitive night.
Jean Baudrillard, America
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Might one suggest to the people that they storm the opera house and tear it down on the symbolic date of 14 July? Might one suggest that they parade the bloody heads of our modern cultural governors on the end if pikestaffs? We no longer make history. We have become reconciled with it and protect it like an endangered masterpiece. Times have changed.
Jean Baudrillard, ‘The Illusion of The End’ (via aidsnegligee) -
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Posted on September 29, 2012 via Objective with 6 notes
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Not only does reality resist those who still criticize it, but it also abandons those who defend it. Maybe it is a way for reality to get its revenge from those who claim to believe in it for the sole purpose of eventually transforming it: sending back its supporters to their own desires.
Jean Baudrillard, Radical Thought (via hereje)Posted on August 28, 2012 via antīquē with 15 notes
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Jean Baudrillard, New York 1997
scan from Photographies 1985 ~ 1998
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Jean Baudrillard, Brisbane 1994
scan from Photographies 1985 ~ 1998
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For illusion is not the opposite of reality, but another more subtle reality which enwraps the former kind in the sign of its disappearance.
Jean Baudrillard, Photographies
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Interviewer: What is art to you?
Art is a form. A form is something that does not exactly have history, but a destiny. Art had a destiny. Today, art has fallen into value, and unfortunately at a time when values have suffered. Values: aesthetic value, commercial value… values can be negotiated, bought and sold, exchanged. Forms, as forms, cannot be exchanged for something else, they can only be exchanged among themselves, and the aesthetic illusion comes at that price. For example, in abstraction, when the object is deconstructed when the world and reality are deconstructed, there is still a way to exchange the object in itself symbolically. But abstraction later became merely a pseudo-analytical procedure for decomposing reality not deconstructing it. Something has fallen apart, perhaps through the sole effect of repetition.
To put it naively, the pretension of art shocks me. And it is hard to escape, it did not happen overnight. Art was turned into something pretentious with the will to transcend the world, to give an exceptional, sublime form to things. Art has become an argument for mental prowess. The mental racket run by art and the discourse on art is considerable. I do not want anyone to make me say that art is finished, dead. That is not true. Art doesn’t die because there is no more art, it dies because there is too much. The excess of reality disheartens me as does the excess of art when it imposes itself as reality.
Jean Baudrillard’s The Conspiracy of Art (1996) No Nostalgia for Old Aesthetic Values
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(I’m not sure I haven’t already posted this quote, as I remember it from the book, except I may have posted it in french…)
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