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love conquers all

Feb. 5th, 2007 | 12:10 pm

including, apparently, this blog.

started around a year ago in a bitter fit of rage, "neimanmarxist" set out to catalougue theory's snarky retorts to a number of baldfaced stinking lies society tells the unwitting man-on-the-street.

unfortunately for the blog but fortunately for neimanmarxist, it seems we all live happily ever after.

gotta go before my minestrone burns.


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On reading the Phenomenology of Spirit with a raging hangover

Apr. 8th, 2006 | 04:21 pm

The individuals depicted are professionals.
Please do not attempt.


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Advice from The Angel of History

Feb. 25th, 2006 | 11:01 am

There comes a time in the affairs of brokenheartedness in general when you are just ohsoclose to placing the fatal phone call (FPC). Neimanmarxist totally hears you on this one. Although the FPC (blubbering, begging) is universally thought to be a bad idea, it curiously begins to seem like a good one. Much like that second piece of lasagna, as a matter of fact. Let's actually make an equation there. Fatal phone call : lasagna ickiness. This is a ratio, in which the first term is approximately a thousand times greater than the second.

So there are moments at which our Sartrian self- help program fails us. This is only further explanation for why the existentialism rage only lasted about twenty-five years (Bad metaphysics, bad glasses, bad pop psychology). At these times you should probably call someone with letters after their name for some medically sanctioned advice. Such as:

1. You can call if you believe more rejection will help you to move on.
2. Or you can continue to feel despondent until it eventually goes away.

And you know, when presented with those two options, the FPC loses some, if not all, of its allure. For an added boost while you wallow your way through this one, it is best to invoke Benjamin's messianism. If we can't help ourselves (Thanks anyway, Jean-Paul) maybe we can still be helped. You've all heard it before, now hear it again.

Benjamin's Ninth Thesis on the Philosophy of History:

'My wing is ready for flight,
I would like to turn back.
If I stayed timeless time,
I would have little luck'
-Gerhard Scholem, "Gruss Vom Angelus"

A Klee painting named "Angelus Novus" shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, HE SEES ONE SINGLE CATASTROPHE WHICH KEEPS PILING WRECKAGE UPON WRECKAGE AND HURLS IT IN FRONT OF HIS FEET (does this sound familiar yet?). The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. This storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress."

Okay, so the point is that a proper stewing about the evils and injustices of the past lends itself to its overcoming. Hopefully he's right about this one. I just adore Benjamin.

that's all theory with a sense of humor and a credit card has for you today. may your little hearts mend.

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