The Marxist Critique Is Only A Critique

This False Distance Is Present Everywhere: In Spy Films, In Godard, In Modern Advertising, Which Uses It Continually As A Cultural Allusion. It Is Not Really Clear In The End Whether This 'cool' Smile Is The Smile Of Humour Or That Of Commercial Complicity. This Is Also The Case With Pop, And Its Smile Ultimately Encapsulates All Its Ambiguity: It Is Not The Smile Of Critical Distance, But The Smile Of Collusion

Animals Have No Unconscious, Because They Have A Territory. Men Have Only Had An Unconscious Since They Lost A Territory.

The Us ... Cultivates No Origin Or Mythical Authenticity; It Has No Past And No Founding Truth ... It Lives In A Perpetual Present. In The Us Everything Human Is Artificial. The Country Is Without Hope. What Is Arresting Here Is ... Both The Absence Of Architecture In The Cities And The Dizzying Absence Of Emotion And Character In The Faces And Bodies.

What I Am, I Don't Know. I Am The Simulacrum Of Myself.

A Sociosphere Of Contact, Control, Persuasion And Dissuasion, Of Exhibitions Of Inhibitions In Massive Or Homeopathic Doses...: This Is Obscenity. All Structures Turned Inside Out And Exhibited, All Operations Rendered Visible. In America This Goes All The Way From The Bewildering Network Of Aerial Telephone And Electric Wiresto The Concrete Multiplication Of All The Bodily Functions In The Home, The Litany Of Ingredients On The Tiniest Can Of Food, The Exhibition Of Income Or Iq.