Heretical subversion exploits the possibility of changing the social world by changing the representation of this world which contributes to its reality or, more precisely, by counterposing a paradoxical pre-vision, a utopia, a project or programme, to the ordinary vision which apprehends the social world as a natural world: the performative utterance, the political pre-vision, is in itself a pre-diction which aims to bring about what it utturs.
Pierre Bourdieu in Language and Symbolic Power: The economy of Linguistic Exchanges.
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If I were an apple with a will… an apple that existed atop other will-less apples atop a shelf atop the linoleum floor of a grand supermarket named “McNally’s…” I’d be the type of apple to have exerted by incorporeal will so much that metaphysics would pity me and transform my elephant-sized efforts into a push that’d liken to the nudge of a finger on a smart-phone touch screen. But, it’d be that I existed in the weak corner of the lovely pyramid the young grocer named “Manuel” arranged us into, and thus when my will finally occurred, I’d fall unto the floor and bruise my flesh in such a way that, on the moment “Manuel” picked me up, he’d inspect my wound, gently press his thumb unto it, and frown. Into the back of the pyramid I’d go; the back that is not part of the apple pyramid but rather the leftovers of construction. I’d wait and wait for hands to pull me in and for eyes to avoid my wound, so that in the end, I’d have a pair of pearly white, onion yellow, or porcelain teeth biting into my body and ripping me apart. I would become energy. This energy would then be expended on eating some more.
Ha, I would think as I’d melt in their gastric fluids, I was an apple.
Molten Wax- It’s All In The Eyes
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All I wanted was a Bourdieu book and it’s missing from our library.:((
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I wouldn’t mind getting a bot fly at least once. But just once, actually.
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I just wrote an essay relating to something like this— subject formation and its external construction. Lacan lacan lacan; still don’t get him
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I was aiming for 7 pages and got too excited and am now at 9 pages. oops
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It’s Wednesay, I have a paper due Friday at noon. I haven’t started and I still have another one to finish by today. womp womp eat cat shit, papers.
In every case, this is my winking face.
And in every sense, I am deadbeat tired after only writing four pages of film/philosophical theory on Woman in the Dunes (1964)
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i always get so many compliments on my blue eyes :)
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It doesn’t get more 90’s than this.
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