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Is "The Coming Insurrection" a Hoax?
Whatever the case, I would never have thought that things would go as far as they have. Should I not be content with duplicating a 'Pataphysics that is unaware of itself, convinced of its own purity and beauty, and far more inspiring than the timid productions of our conscious 'Pataphysicians (that is to say, the members of the College)? This was only a question of finding grace in, through mime of, the "'Pataphysical Harmony" that Her Magnificence, the Vice Curator-Founder of the College of 'Patapphysics, evokes so superbly: "This mass of priceless seriousness, all of this inexorable puffery, the Colosseum of Blah-Blah-Blah seems to have been executed with an admirable application, so that no false note spoiled this universal and impeccable 'Pataphysical Harmony." Obviously, the other great design that I pursued against the blandness of contemporary 'Pataphysicians was to renew a less reserved conception of Operational 'Pataphysics . . . which otherwise seems to want to retreat into the innocent games of a confidential journal (Viridis Candela),[2] which is only read by slipper-wearing 'Pataphysicians. To my mind, it is quite regrettable that we have lost the gesture of Jarry, who never hesitated to breathe the life of 'Pataphysical wind into more visible journals and revues . . . . Thus, a little wearied by our current group of fake trolls (who actually only know how to troll each other), I have undertaken to revive the flame of La Chandelle verte,[3] to revivify this audacious, "situological"[4] vein of the College, [which is] that of the false Rimbaud in which Baudrillard participated; that of the forms of the pseudo-Torma, the pseudo-Lubin. . . .[5] A sign of the times, my book's power of grotesque fire has, finally, not been revealed by a few sagacious minds. My little opus, with its salutary apocalyptic buffoonery, its tightrope-number upon the wire of parodic turnarounds, was certainly more than a revolutionary fire ship, but also something other than a simple farce: a parody that carefully mimed the tics, tics and tics of militant [mobilisateur] discourse by distilling in it a powerful intraveinous satire, there is of course [some] edification in its aims. I have in fact conceived of this text as a vaccine that resorts to aesthetics -- Grade-Z kitsch, as it turns out: the rather suspect "Invisible Committee," the latent content of which my signature will reveal to all the adepts of crypto-Lacanism, had to arouse suspicion, it seems to me -- so as to prevent any fascination with small-group armed struggle, modern-day Robin Hoods, or Blanquis in the robes of Rael. You can see the height of the irony. Some people, rather uneducated, have gone as far as comparing me to Breton and Debord, which constitutes the best validation of the Marxist axiom that history only repeats itself as farce. And they say that I aspired to this form of superior realism, which itself authorizes laughter ('Pataphysical research as scientific explication of the world), by writing the following: "The persistant aura of Mesrine derives less from his straightfowardness and audacity than from the fact that he tried to take revenge against what all of us must take revenge." "When the State is in the gutter, it is enough to trample upon it."[6] "One will not manage to make getting paid a vile wage to wipe the asses of abandoned old men who have nothing to say an enchanting prospect."[7] "He cannot stop himself from envying the "relegated" neighborhoods where a modicum of communal life, a few links between beings, non-Statist solidarity, an informal economy, and an organization that still isn't detached from those who organize themselves still persist." (regarding the banlieus!) "There is impertinence in existing in a country where a child, whom one encourages to sing as he wishes, is inevitably snubbed with 'Stop, you'll make it rain!' "[8] or even "A rocket rips open the prison at Clairvaux" (in the final programmatic scenario, which I failed to suppress at the last moment, thinking that it was excessively stupid and would immediately undermine the deception). There you have it. But wasn't all this obvious? Is it necessary to deplore the fact that certain people have used my work as their breviary, and have endorsed the habits of the probable author a little too hastily by refusing to clearly accept paternity? It will not be said that the surely excessive virtuosity of the hoax will serve as a pretext for relentless prosecution by the police. The "audacious" of all stripes who would still like the text to be responsible [lui faire porter le chapeau] should pay attention. I take this raising of the curtain as the occasion to thank all those who have given their involuntary assistance to the full success of this project, but especially the scrupulous publishers, the great Foucaultian theoretician-thinkers, the zealous journalists, etc. And I hope that the incantations of someone as frighteningly serious as the putative author(s) of The Coming Insurrection will finally be a huge hit at the schools of laughter and around Correzian campfires. The Indigestible Postface by Jean-Francois Bailleux Who said that fiction was a vacuum? With the Indigestible, we have entered a rough-and-tumble game with an aesthetic of ambiguity, which aims to reinvent the real as fiction and to not invalidate the reciprocal. A subtle dialectic, operating according to rules known to the author alone, laconically diffusing his emanations, which dissolve matter. Faced with this text, how can one not think of those earthenware pigs that let escape from their gaping orifices an anti-mosquito spray produced by the combustion of a green spiral? The intestinal creativity of Pere Ubu was certainly unlimited, and his spiral was sufficiently large enough to welcome the greatest world, including that which seemed a priori to be the least integrable: our dissident 'Pataphysician (?) has remembered the magic, just like Hassan-i-Sabbah's "Nothing is true, everything is permitted." Francois Mitterand, the Florentine of shoddy goods, used to love to say that there is nothing to gain from leaving ambiguity behind. It is obviously not the Indigestible who contradicts this line of conduct, and who pushes its refinement as far as letting people think that what he claims is true: that he is indeed the author of The Coming Insurrection, a political essay that has so agitated the media, which lacked monsters. To temporarily suspend credulity, one comes to wonder if the fictional jelly wasn't the only solution that the author reached to make his singularly spicy confession pass muster. Whatever it is, his gesture [sa demarche] makes appear in broad daylight a key to reading that is as workable as it is unexpected: satire, salutary grotesqueness as vaccine against all fascination with nostalgia for the epic, armed struggle and the barricades on which one dies, as in the past (read Eric Hazan, L'Invention de Paris, Editions du Seuil, "Paris rouge," p. 303). Without consenting to the softening produced by the equivalence of signs supposed to be indifferent, we must note that our epoch is no longer one of sacrifices or martyrs. The Indigestible reminds us that this situation also authorizes new, more poetic, more ludic desertions (resistances, for the fanatics). Philosophy students will perhaps remember the German Hans Vaihinger and his philosophy of the als ob: he taught that we construct our own systems of thought and values, and that we thus live as if reality is in conformity with them. See for yourself, if you do not believe the Indigestible, but do so as if his remarks are real: (truth) effect guaranteed. Editions Leo Scheer, 7 August 2009. (Translated from the French by NOT BORED! on 6 November 2009.) [1] Loin de Rueil is the title of a novel by Raymond Queneau, who was a member of the College of 'Pataphysics. [2] Published by The College of 'Pataphysics between 1950 and 1975. Reestablished in 2000. [3] "By my green candle!" is one of the exclamations made by Pere Ubu, a famous character created by Alfred Jarry. [4] See Asger Jorn, "La pataphysique, une religion en formation," Internationale Situationniste #6, August 1961. [5] Both Julien Torma and Armen Lubin were Dadaists in the 1920s. [6] In the translation published by Semiotext(e), this line is rendered as follows: "When power is in the gutter, it's enough to walk over it." [7] In the translation published by Semiotext(e), this line is rendered as follows: "Nothing can make it an attractive prospect to wipe the asses of pensioners for minimum wage." [8] In the translation published by Semiotext(e), this line is rendered as follows: "There is something impertinent about existing in a country where a child singing as she pleases is inevitably silenced with a 'stop, you're going to stir things up.'" |
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Is 'council-communism' a
Is 'council-communism' a hoax might be a better question.
Some Marxists in three countries in the 1920's discover that Marxism is really anarcho-syndicalism and then without recognizing our numerous martyrs or apologizing for being wrong for fifty years, these nutcase ' Marxists' then proceed to carry on with the biggest Leninist-style takeover in all radical hirstory!
The best of these cheats - the Situationists - did briefly prosper by sucking-up to and imitating anarchists...until finally these rotten 'council-communist' politics did them in.
I don't think its any accident that all the hoopla about this text has come from the last dregs of the Situ's because they are the last CC's talkin' bout a revolution. All the other Marxists ( Libcom for example) have decided that being archivists is a lot safer and 'actually existing' revolutions are best left to genuine and longstanding revolutionaries with a little street credibility - like anarchists.
Can someone translate this
Can someone translate this article into English and repost it?
Already is.
Already is.
i think you missed the joke
i think you missed the joke
oh, OK! now I get it. Very
oh, OK! now I get it. Very funny!
seriously, this shit is so
seriously, this shit is so dense.
can someone who can speak this horseshit of a language please simplify.
'Pataphysics (French:
'Pataphysics (French: 'Pataphysique), a term coined by French writer Alfred Jarry (1873 – 1907), is a philosophy or pseudophilosophy dedicated to studying what lies beyond the realm of metaphysics. It is a parody of the theory and methods of modern science and is often expressed in nonsensical language. A practitioner of 'pataphysics is a 'pataphysician or a 'pataphysicist.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%27Pataphysics
So this was written by Liam
So this was written by Liam Sionnach?
hahaha well the Not Bored!
hahaha well the Not Bored! folks are situationist-inspired, and tend to be pretty 'Pataphysical or 'Patalogical or whatever in their texts...
it may itself be a 'Patalogical hoax/parody
For the record: the text by
For the record: the text by the Indigestible is real, that is, it was really published by Editions Leo Scheer, which is a real French publishing house. We had nothing to do with either its writing or its French publication. We only translated it.
http://www.leoscheer.com/man/spip.php?page=man&id_article=421
Furthermore, while it is true that NOT BORED! itself is situationist-inspired, it is the NOT BORED! offshoot called the Surveillance Camera Players that is 'Pataphysical to the extent that the play that the group performed for its debut was Alfred Jarry's "Ubu Roi."
As for the Indigestible: at the very least, his/her intention was to shake things up on two different fronts: the one that goes too far praising/fearing "The Coming Insurrection" (Giorgio Agamben and the French State, respectively), and the other that renders the College of 'Pataphysics -- which artificially reestablished itself in 2000 for no good reason -- completely harmless.
If artists must, we
If artists must, we will.
Let the stupid and pathetic final fronts of the enlightenment and its parody make its jokes. No measure of postmodern humor or irony will atone for the incessant guilt of this miserable society. The Coming Insurrection will stand on its own--a text, who speaks: it's that simple. Its the elaboration of a position which we occupy. It's been said before "two camps, one which wants everything to keep running smoothly, and another which wants everything to fall apart, immediately."
Another said, "fuck their book-reading asses."
We don't care if you read the cool new thing, or the next one. Its just making dollars and sharing the text, which has no author...there will be more, and its language is everywhere.
and another...
We are hypocrites. We have a perverse sense of humor. We draw improvised lines in the sand. Cross our friends and we're not going to be all civil and shit. We want it to come to this...
-Liam Sionnach
Good point: this whole "Liam
Good point: this whole "Liam Sionnach" thing could be a hoax, too. (Same tendency to get carried away and betray the deception.) -- Spike
I'm pretty sure Liam is a
I'm pretty sure Liam is a real person, maybe not a real name, but I found his MySpace once.
oh come on! Liam isn't a
oh come on! Liam isn't a real person? (i know that's not what you were saying, WWW{A})
Liam, i hope you get a good laugh out of this one.
He wishes it was. ;)
He wishes it was. ;)
I'm sorry but simplifying
I'm sorry but simplifying this article for commoners still operating in the obsolete discourse of metaphysics would invalidate my degree in Heterological Pataphysics from the Cosmological College of Solipsist Studies.
My old friend Hassan,the
My old friend Hassan,the hash was golden,immaculate,he constructed his own reality,,didn't he?
i don't give a fuck where it
i don't give a fuck where it came from.
it gave me ideas. i gleaned things i liked from it. and like everything else i read, that's about it.
whoever wrote it, and for whatever reason, thanks.
Radical theory is an egg
Radical theory is an egg just waiting to hatch. A nice brown free range egg, the muddy brown of a cowboy boot that Guy adjusts on his foot as he walks from his apartment for a showdown with Julien, Georges watching through the bathroom window.
^ A Pataphor.
As such ---Georges later
As such ---Georges later recounts the event...',,,and so here I was perched on the taxed extremities of my bursting identity,peering through a window of moralistic fibre(it seperated me from the pissing point,,public excretion of bodily poisons was considered a criminal act by the dream police,,but it offered me a perception),,,my solemn opinion is/was,,,."This is the act of the reificator,,",,,anyway,Guy emerges resolute,I new he could annihilate the authoritarian with a glance.Julien gaped and the law book fell from his hands'.
Pataphors are awesome. :D
Pataphors are awesome.
:D
The article is as
The article is as uncomprehensible as the book.
Is there some kind of contest to be the most incoherent, or do people truly not care if anyone reads, understands, discusses and then put into practice - what they speak of?
You must ask Hassan,,will
You must ask Hassan,,will you interrogate him?
Spot on. I've tried about
Spot on. I've tried about five time to read Coming Insurrection. I'm about ready to just assume I'm not missing anything.
In a nutshell: Avoiding
In a nutshell:
Avoiding notice is cool. Forming groups is cool. Attacks are awesome. What kind of attacks? Stuff that isn't to hyper-militant. And Capitalism sucks.
i dont think the coming
i dont think the coming insurrection is too complicated. they use sopisticated language to describe pretty basic concepts (autonomy, activism in practice, not to mention a gross criticism of society today and where it could lead, i.e. destruction.)
hoax or not, its inspiring, but i really dont think its a hoax.
That's cool... I like the
That's cool...
I like the Coming Insurrection as poetry more than theory. I don't think of the text as logical theory anyway. This article is just saying that the coming insurrection is an experiment in writing style and not a manifesto to be put into practice. That is pretty obvious without the jargon of 'pataphysics. I love the pataphorical style of rebellious propaganda in the past. It's nice to enjoy the coming insurrection as art without the bore of analysing it's "wisdom".
-Squee
"It's nice to enjoy the
"It's nice to enjoy the coming insurrection as art without the bore of analysing it's 'wisdom'."
do what you enjoy but fuck all these pomo grad student trendy hipsters using anarchist theory to be novel and climb the ivory ladder of academia
My theory is that no one
My theory is that no one wrote it.
My theory is that the
My theory is that the Postmodernism Generator (at http://www.elsewhere.org/pomo/) wrote it:
"The Circular Fruit: Subtextual nationalism and precultural construction
N. Charles Porter
Department of Literature, University of Michigan
1. Tarantino and subtextual nationalism
“Society is dead,” says Baudrillard. Therefore, pretextual narrative suggests that truth is capable of truth. Wilson[1] states that we have to choose between subtextual nationalism and dialectic modernism.
In the works of Spelling, a predominant concept is the concept of subcapitalist culture. Thus, the primary theme of la Tournier’s[2] model of precultural construction is the role of the participant as poet. Any number of discourses concerning the genre, and some would say the rubicon, of material class may be discovered.
However, Debord’s critique of pretextual narrative holds that art is used to entrench hierarchy, given that consciousness is equal to narrativity. If precultural construction holds, we have to choose between subtextual deappropriation and the dialectic paradigm of consensus. ..."
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If you enjoy this, you might also enjoy reading about the Social Text Affair, where NYU Physics Professor Alan Sokal’s brilliant(ly meaningless) hoax article was accepted by a cultural criticism publication."
I --a close friend and
I --a close friend and comrade of Liam's-- watched him write this article.
Get a sense of humor y'all.
-hcanois
Hoax reprint party! From
Hoax reprint party! From LibCom.
We all agree it’s about to explode. Not so long ago in France the Invisible Committee released a pamphlet called “The Coming Insurrection”. It became the primary piece of evidence in the prosecution of the “Tarnac 9”. Subsequently “The Coming Insurrection” spread over the world like wild fire. In its wake, radical communities and outlaw culture rise organically under the banner “All Power to the Communes”. Anarchist groups in Eugene, including the Black Tea Society and the Student Insurgent have come together to reprint 1500 copies of this pamphlet for local distribution. We are holding a release party on Saturday the 14th of November at the Campbell Club Co-operative, 1670 Alder St., Eugene Oregon, Anarchist capital of the United States. There will be a potluck and a live jug band performance by the “Dirty Commies”.
Is this like one of those
Is this like one of those things where somebody bombs something else to prove that the guy the police say bombed that other thing isn't the guy they looking for?
Also, why do you people like this pere ubu shit so much? What is so cool about this jaffey dude? someone please break it down for my simple mind.
No, it appears to be one of
No, it appears to be one of these things: Julien Coupat couldn't have written TCI (and thus the police/judicial harassment of him and his fellows should stop) because *I* wrote TCI. Then the question becomes, who is this "I," right? The Indigestible?! Who dat?
People like "Pere Ubu" because this character was created in the 1890s but is a taste of what was to come in the 20th century (insatiable butchers like Hitler, Stalin, Mao, Idi Amin etc). Jarry was cool because he not only created Ubu, but also brought him to life but on stage and in real life.
-- Oh, me? My name is Lollipop Man, alias the Long-Haired Sucker