Tautological
speech
Behind
the very multiple speeches of a culture, there is always a dominating
speech. Only
very seldom is it explicit and yet it is omnipresent. A kind of
Speech behind the speeches. The large 'blower' of our settings in
scene. It is the one which dictates what is presentable and what is
not, what is 'correct' and what is not. The
unvoiced comment
is its usual expression. It proliferates only behind the personal
abdication. 'One' is his empire.
The
systemic whole of the Speech seems to have singularly escaped to the
self-comprehension of our modernity which believes being infinitely
exponential through an infinite opening. The crisis, today, returns
our comprehension to limits and entropy. And behind the crisis of a
particular speech we perceive the crisis of its including one.
Through systemic interactivity, from including to including, we start
to see that it is the whole of the discursive units, the system of
the systems, which is in crisis. 'The' Speech itself of
modernity.
This
speech functions indeed like a system.
And like any particular system, it is located in a broader and more
including mega-system. Something like its 'ecosystem'. However the
anthropocentric claim of autonomy can only refuse this ecosystem of a
more including donation of meaning and of sense. The anthropocentric
and schizoid enclosure by which modernity is buckled on itself
reveals to be thus a gigantic feedback by which the exit of the
system is re-injected in its entry. While claiming to function
exponentially starting from this autonomy.
The
Speech thus buckled on itself and buckling its own exponential
dynamics on itself starts to function in systemic closure with
positive feedback. Also gets exponentially excited this
same Speech, giving it the illusion of an indefinite self-creativity.
In fact, however, cutting itself more and more from the hot source of
the Other
one and exhausting quickly its historically accumulated reserves of
spiritual energy, it feeds itself more and more with its own waste
which it does not even have any more time left to recycle.
As a vast sophistical deployment
in the cave, here the great
tautological speech,
self-producer of sense and self-justifier of itself. Manager of an
infinity of schizophrenic speeches which, through their superficial
differences, say however
basically only the same
one.
New Babel…
The tautological proliferation needs mediations - the 'media'
precisely! - necessary for unceasingly launching and starting again
its own exponential process. In direct clutch on the exponential tool
system. And even finding in this exponential process its own
consistency.
The
Speech produces more and more speeches which take value even by their
consumption. Because this mercenary production of speech exists only
by the consumer who himself exists only by his conditioning. By
interposed surveys, a conditioned
'public' conditions the growth of
its own conditioning! A speech 'launched on the market' can thus get
snowball-effect provided that the advertising noise is
instantaneously intense and that the 'target' has sufficiently
conditioned reflexes. Once the impact of the process is ensured, the
quantitative surge devotes the quality which, in its turn starts
again the quantity. In the logic of the tautological feedback the
bulimia grows with the same frenzy. Swallowing paper pulp forests and
saturating the waves. Inflation of
swollen and inflated signs of vacuum… Polysemy where anything can
mean anything… Tautological self-production of the sign by the
referent and the referent by the sign… Relativity… What speaking
does not say any more.
At the time when man could believe having buckled the loop of his own
divinity, the 'master thinkers' of the suspicion already rose. Marx.Nietzsche. Freud. The main thinkers of the suspicion had not finished
announcing the death of God that already the main thinkers of
absurdity announced the death of man.
See
our 'Master Thinkers' who fight so verbosely to occupy the apron of
our cave… There are the trumpet players of the claimed “following
singing days” who are not singing at all. There are the virtuous
denouncers of the opium of the people whose people, well quickly,
starts to denounce opium! There are the sententious ones who takes
the myopia of their visions for the last word of history. There are
the small-minded ones who do not doubt the 'impassable horizons' of
their narrownesses. There are the street sweepers of the 'dustbins of
history' who cannot finish emptying the dustbins. There are the
skilful charlatans declaring you sick of mythical complexes to sell you
their placebos. There are the coprophages…
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