At The Heart Of Pornography

But What If God Himself Can Be Simulated, That Is To Say Can Be Reduced To Signs That Constitute Faith? Then The Whole System Becomes Weightless, It Is No Longer Anything But A Gigantic Simulacrum - Not Unreal, But Simulacrum, That Is To Say Never Exchanged For The Real, But Exchanged For Itself, In An Uninterrupted Circuit Without Reference Or Circumference.

The Repentant, Run-to-seed Ultra-leftists Who Have Converted To Humanitarianism, Artificial Inseminators Of The Widow And The Orphan, Themselves Orphans Of Reality And Malades Imaginaires Of Politics, Premature Ejaculators Of Posthistory And Hyperchondriacs Of The Dead Body Of Ideology And Morality.

If Everything On Television Is, Without Exception, Part Of A Low-calorie (or Even No-calorie) Diet, Then What Good Is It Complaining About The Adverts? By Their Worthlessness, They At Least Help To Make The Programmes Around Them Seem Of A Higher Level.

We Are All Hostages, And We Are All Terrorists. This Circuit Has Replaced That Other One Of Masters And Slaves, The Dominating And The Dominated, The Exploiters And The Exploited. It Is Worse Than The One It Replaces, But At Least It Liberates Us From Liberal Nostalgia And The Ruses Of History.

The Desert Is A Natural Extension Of The Inner Silence Of The Body.