AG2025_1178258a2 is not alien to me


Aristotle also credits Empedocles for highlighting the functional affinity between the parts of what appear to be different living things, such as the seed of a tree and an animal fetus. Empedocles’ belief in the continuum of living species perhaps finds its deepest expression in his groundbreaking view of the origin of life. He appears to have believed that the cosmos begins in a state of Love, in which all the roots are fused and combined in a perfect sphere. Then Strife enters the fray, and the sphere begins to be pulled apart in a centrifugal, whirling motion, eventually resulting in the complete separation and segregation of the roots. Then, at the highest degree of Strife, Love begins to exert her influence, pulling the homogeneous roots into an accord, synthesising like with unlike, until the world as we know it, with its sea, sky, Sun and Earth, begins to take shape. Love increasingly holds sway until, after a vast stretch of time, it consolidates once again into a perfect, undifferentiated sphere, only to be disrupted one day by Strife, and so on, endlessly.

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Empedocles’ solution to the prejudice, dogmatism and narrow-mindedness afflicting existence differs from that of the modern impartialists. The answer is not to try to adopt an impersonal, God’s-eye perspective, foregoing all and any relationships as the inexorable source of ethical harm. It is instead to strive to forge new bonds or to recognise bonds that already exist. It is Love that allows us to do this. Whereas Strife sorts like with like, atomising the cosmos into homogenous parts, Love combines unlike and like, forging a higher unity, bringing together what seems to be different. Thus, Love overcomes prejudice not by overcoming partiality but by providing it with a more inclusive, elevated form. The highest such form is partiality towards the living as such.

To achieve Empedoclean enlightenment is to divest yourself of your ingrained attachment to familiar body shapes and conventional kinds of conduct. It is to recognise the seemingly alien other as in fact fundamentally akin to you. Revising and widening the Stoic maxim, the Empedoclean position can be captured in the proposition: I am a living being, I consider nothing alive alien to me. From this higher standpoint, the relations that bind us to our family, friends, compatriots, humanity and to other animals appear much like the spiralling whorl of a mollusc shell, each form enclosed within broader forms, with the all-embracing form of life encompassing them all.

Tristan Moyle, Nothing alive is alien to me, aeon.

AG2025_1189610a or powerless to advance


We’re Not Fucking Around. Parapraxis Magazine, Issue 07, Romance.

“In our increasingly repressive present, where recognition collapses into surveillance and the individual is powerless to advance toward the political horizon she yearns for, desire has shifted its sights, revising not only its object but its subject. So we continue to fall in love with comrades here and elsewhere, with ships, drawings issued from the hands that try to play it through, with signs of life. And love, specific and depersonalized, is, as Assata Shakur reminds us, the very contraband in the hell we are living in. They don’t want us to have it, and for good reason.”


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AG2025_1178298a or composed of intervals

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Le parc des Buttes-Chaumont

Precarious time is not only a time full of holes, increasingly marked by speed-ups and slow-downs, by transitions from work to unemployment, and by all kinds of part-time and temporary work. It is also a time when individuals live the intertwining of several heterogeneous temporalities – for example, that of wage-labour and that of study, of artistic creation and odd jobs from one day to the next; a time in which those who have been trained for one kind of work and do another, work in one world and live in another, proliferate. We can describe this time as composed of intervals, taking the word in a double sense: intermittent work, but also intervals between several temporalities. It is by starting out from these intervals that it is possible to think the new forms of interruption of the dominant time. (JR)

103025 or a hierarchy of times

Sunny day. Richter at Fondation Louis Vuitton.


In and through this dramaturgy of gestures, perceptions, thoughts and affects, it becomes possible for the carpenter to create a spiral which, in the midst of the compulsion of working hours, initiates a different way of inhabiting time, a different way of keeping a body and mind in motion.

… shattering the hierarchy of times.

(JR)

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Luisa A. Igloria

Remember too: not all saying is true.

I have heard another story: how the Pont de l’Archevêché groans with the weight

of hundreds of padlocks, etched with promises made to eternity. What happens

when the language of the promise is wrong, when the word for “expensive” is

used instead of “love?”

102615 or justice of time

The rationality of the horizontal unfolding of time is based on a vertical hierarchy that separates two forms of life, two ways of being in time – as we might simply put it, the way of those who have time and the way of those who do not.

The justice of time …

Aristotle’s Poetics: the justice that causes active men to pass from good fortune to misfortune and from ignorance to knowledge.

Plato’s Republic. It consists in an orderly distribution of times and spaces, activities and capacities, and is based on a precondition stated by Plato at the very outset of the narrative about the foundation of the city. This precondition is that artisans, who must not have time to go elsewhere, time to do anything other than the work which cannot wait, should be kept exclusively in the space of the workshop.

Ranciere, Time, Narrative, Politics