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.
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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).
Rage never treats anger as a decoration, polished like a trophy in a glass case.
Rage obeys rules; it does not follow laws. In this sense there is an analogy with Desire, “Que nous veulent les lois du juste et de l’injuste!”
Not business / work and not play / pleasure: Rage is ex-tasy, it is ex-timate, it is in you more than you. And it is not always with you.