i think this is like kinda new … the video that is. the song is classic.
eleanor friedberger of the fiery furnaces will be performing in toronto on
may 4, 2013 at Garrison. whoops! the date is actually June 5 at the Horseshoe. she’s a pretty rad chick.
Through a thick filter of pathetic romance, the image of Rage is degraded by the culture industry. Rage is seen wearing reality’s blood-stained rags, clothed in the tattered uniformity of boredom, the wretched indifference of perpetual novelty. The subtraction of romance would help to demystify the essential nature of Rage and free it from any hope of a “better future” or a “world to come.” The harm done to Rage by “the rhetoric of reality” (i.e. representation of individual, insignificant, and / or local Rage events), is a problem “of which nothing can be said, so one must remain silent.” A problem whose solution is of the highest importance: to disassociate Rage from its manifestations, to subtract all particular details from Rage itself, to determine the minimal conditions for Rage to appear.
Rage is not infinite. It cannot be exhausted, though it can fall unconscious. It cannot be counted, though it can be held to account. Desire is infinite but exhausts itself by circling around what satisfies; or obliterates itself by getting the Thing. Not only can Desire be counted, it is “the map of what is effortless.”
The body around which Rage circulates is recognition. All is to be dared in order to be recognized (“even for a person of poverty”). Eros is merely the desire for fusion, which includes the kind of fusion to be found when practicing the Erotics of Hate (violence) or Love (sexuality).
Cruelty, the vice of triumph.
Paranoia, the negativity of cowardice.
Belief, the mark of the uncertain.
Pity is the virtue of losers.
Mercy, the gift of the courageous.
Pride, the condition of generosity.