Beware lest anyone cheat you through philosophy and empty deceit, according to the tradition of men, according to the basic principles of the world, and not according to Christ.
Colossians 2:4-8 (NKJV)
His Nietzschean trip moved from Comic toward Tragic: Deleuze’s delusions flew out the fenêtre Airborne and ****** on philosphy’s magic (the nihilist suicide’s raison d’être…) Propelled from the window, transcending the Ontic, his organless body in textual flight, a schiz-flow beyond on a voyage turned frantic. His thought – a nomadic adornment for speed, multiplicitly viewing a thousand plateaux was a force for unhinging the doorways of light and a plea for postmodern decoding indeed. His frame soon encountered pure striated space in the form of the pavement caressing his face.
He joins other smokers of Gallic tabac, other esotericians of cognitive frenzy (those mullahs of madness, those sultans of Whack…) Sorely missed by his victims, disciples and friends he is mourned, misinterpreted, copied, dismissed – but for semioticians he heads up the list.
Another brave Frenchman, some guy named Debord a bespectacled Marxist (who missed all the marks) made the mediums’ message a radical bore dialectically fading the lights into darks. Indirectly disrupting pop-culture with Punk and other anarchic phenomena-junk, he too chose to leave with a nihilist bang – while we whimper and suffer down here with the gang. The old situationist’s last situation: an agit-prop funeral short on elation…
So to French de-constructor-philosopher-ravers and all who rejoice while society wavers I offer these lines, like a quick coup-de-grace and be warned – they’re now viewing the Good Lord en face.
A schiz-flow elegy for Gilles Deleuze (1925–1995) & Guy Debord (1931 – 1994)