Dust has collected on my copy of RD Laing's 'the Politics of Experience' since I bought it. I opened it for the first time yesterday and was immediately worked upon by the opening of the introduction...
'Few books today are forgivable. Black on the canvas, silence on the screen, an empty white sheet of paper, are perhaps feasible. There is little conjuction of truth and social reality. Around us are pseudo-events, to which we adjust with a false consciousness adapted to see these events as true and real, and even as beautiful. In the society of men the truth resides now less in what things are than in what they are not. Our social realities are so ugly if seen in the light of exiled truth, and beauty is almost no longer possible if it is not a lie.'
Ever greater a preceding stir? A call to arms for those who are still half-alive.
Aug 13, 2006
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And in the USA they assumed we all wanted to live there. It’s come as a great shock to discover that, in fact, the opposite was true. All this fuss about immigration. You imagine that people really would choose to live on these damp, miserable islands, hanging off the edge of Europe? We feel privileged, lucky. Arrogant. Kjshfdaukfhuioqcyduikybewuiyfluiytvunuilu is where I want to live. It sounds beautiful. Take me there. These islands are too much of a grey area.
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