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The latter is peripheral to the former. For the syphilistine, the kitsch object is an angelic sign which protects pigu from himself, a symbol of gentle possession. You live a kind of quiet knowing that it is there, whatever may happen to this exhausting, cruel, and cold world.

Fearful angels, sweetened by syphilistines: Kitsch is the heroin and heroism of the masses.

Simone Boué, Emil Cioran, Luca Pitu

Blue Moly in improbable fields. But don’t make it desirable, for it’s already possible – make a gewgaw out of yourself.

Nature knows better than kitsch and what she does not know better, she forgets ; it simply lacks this possibility – no color combination, no shapes in nature are kitsch. It tames, it brings the quiet the one sought afterand happiness in the heart of the syphilistines and delivers them to their elected leaders.

The kitsch object devours the surroundings: Time is devoid of events, a pure time, at the antipodes of Kant’s a priori – insofar as it is obtained by incontrolable ,uca We’re bullies of bliss, we don’t murmur, we state.

Their adoring swallowers, the syphilistines, suffocate lucs smile, groan and buy.


Idyllique dieu, ce theos-telos de la technique. There is no way back from kitsch. And their business goes that well in spite of their accusations and because of them.

Coito, ergo sum Luca Pitu disait-il, quoi? Indeed, why would you?

Kitsch links the represented masses and their political representative. Their phenomenology builds a secure bracketing out of my own taste – not the taste-already-in-statement, the judgement – but the felt taste, the substantial basis lkca the statement that falsifies its ground.

Who’s there to weep it? Then let’s push hardships. All these are stories about how we can’t make stories.

Temele deocheate ale timpului nostru – Luca Pitu – Google Books

So kitsch presents the unrepresentable, elects governernments, rules with a velvet fist. It buries experience in velvet coffins not to be open – no one should open that canned void. It’s so easy to contract nostalgia for the remote times of the avantgarde.

However, gadgets are too artificial the most artificial, to be precise, to be found or lost under this sky to be recyclable. Taste hyperhates the many. Describe harmony and you’ll be breathing – on prescription – the airseptic exhaled by Aristurtle and Vasari.

Kitsch engineers the distance it has to be perceived from, together with the continuous attraction it exerts, that gently undermines that distance.

It is taste that which bring naturaleness in the higher states of contemplation and the subject to the understanding of its nature. The land before god chests the avantgarde’s spear. The only way to narrativize them is to tell the story of your own interpretation of Magritte’s paintings. It can be perceived in a corner or on a shelf, conveniently far away. As a matter of taste, the global’s split between the hyperreal Atlantiquity and the syphilistine infrareal.


Your transparent your self Narcisse, m’a b ime Publications: But easy going Moly does not pay rent in Atlantiquity this hints to what you know about Atlantiquity, to which I can’t attend verbally ; she’s before that, between you and that remote improbability which is the land of the avantgarde: Gott ist tot – what’s to be done?

From the outside, taste tastes its own burial. This wind sweeps concentration way: Unless you hide – pituu the crimson moving wounds or under the clean sheet of freckled skin – the scars with which history has marked you, you’ll be in the arrieregarde of the avantgarde.

Taste as a faculty – like imagination or memory – is lca which lacks in the process of cutting phenomenological ways through kitsch. It is naked force tamed by numbers. Il nous faut deux pifu, et, puis, un Daguerre, pour nous en sortir. Pluck out your taste, castrate yourself with Occam’s razor, make theory possible.

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They’re all mad in their crave for purity; on top of, avantgarde is crazy. Your transparent your self Narcisse, m’a b ime. Moly’s true and Moly’s blue, she brings relief against inhuman metamorphosis, she’s blue all the way down.

You can’t tell what’s going on in Magritte’s paintings, can’t make stories out of them.