FAFF420 Pastoral Bitches XOXO [Make Beaubeug Bend!]

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i  mean it’s not my best piece /

Except this *wasn’t* an isolated issue. Earlier in the year there was the scandal of campus watch binning student magazines, and then tearing down protest posters against this event. Then there was last year, when the uni threatened defamation charges against sexual violence victims speaking about their experiences. And *then* there has being the continuing atmosphere of intimidation and secrecy around the department cuts and job losses; threats that the first to speak out is the first to be axed… These students aren’t drug fuelled hysterics that need to grow up and see the bigger picture; many are making a scene precisely because they _are_ seeing the bigger picture.

One last note: for all this ‘tax-payer’ rhetoric: Students pay rent. Students pay GST. And more importantly, students *Work*. 2017 Stats, 61.2% of students were in regular or full time employment while enrolled, and 76.7% would work over break. It’s students working terrible hours on casual contracts for minimum wage to make you your coffee and burgers; or be the retail workers you vent your afternoon abuse at, so they can pay rents on the properties that – in this economy – they could never dream of owning. All those complaining about the entitlement of millennials need to experience growing up in this world we inherited. Peace out.

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good luck with ya’ll exams ( o.o)/

FAFF0: Plastic Death

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plasticine DEATH polyester DEATH petroleum DEATH paraffin DEATH

cling wrap credit cards your call is important to us magnetic tape transfigures static into impressions swear by vinyl slow incision of the needle grants me comfort twenty four hour youtube clip of white noise IT IS APPROACHING seventy four new notifications twenty one new videos three hundred new images a million new tweets the new netflicks series STRINGLE THANGS bring back rome father screams from the bathroom jesus christ theres never a fucking break rushes off to work for the tenth weekend in a row cant afford more workers more training more salaries it shrinks and shrinks and shrinks KIWIS ARE SO LAZY SON eating the curry dinner provided by a kiwi soft nationalism IT IS APPROACHING days wasted scrolling through plastic bags beer cans disintegrated lego pieces in the pelicans beak netflicks netflicks i prefer spotify THE POPULATION LEVEL THE POPULATION LEVEL SEWAGE BURSTS THE PIPES SEWAGE BURSTS SEWAGE THE PIPES




HAUNT3: First as Tragedy, Second as Farce

where are we, papa?

where are we, papa?

where are we, p.̴̨̩̞͑͑.̶̛͕̰̮̳̭̚͝pa?

/̸̧̻̮͚̫̲̪̜͈͈̊̿̈́̓́͗̀̌̿̓̄̍́͝͝-̴̡̧̨̛̛̺̜̦̞̤͇̮̠̗͇̘̖̗̜͒͗̔̀̀̃̄̀͛̀͗̌̉̿̆̒̂͛̓͘͝͝ͅ.̴here ä̴̤̙̩̫̻̣̙̻̱̫̻͕͈̺̀re we, p.̴a.̵̧̢̛̲̻͓̩̯̝̃̈́͛͛͂͐͊͌̿͂̔͒͂̓̐͝.̸̢̹̤̒̋̾̈́͆̀͛̎̌̓͐̿́̚͘.̴̢̡̛̠͙͕̻͍̱̗̦͎͙̯͈͍̬̠̹͖͉͙̙̦͓̞̜͍̖̥͓̹̭̍̌̔͒͆͌̌̌͐̎͑̑̽̈́̽̈́̓̌̌͘̕̕̚͜͠͠?

【I significanti flottanti o significanti vuoti sono concetti linguistici in cui i significanti non hanno precisi significati di riferimento, cioè sono parole che non hanno corrispondenza con un oggetto preciso.】


Fai una foto  現央く

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HAUNT0: Digital Geometries, Capital Haunts and the Beautification of the Void

arduous spite

the day they laid the brickwork

and two hundred staff

we settled on the ocean’s floor

belly up like BP

too young to know

our exams had taken place

in a house of straw


<< the bridge’s broken tarmac >>

<< the oil in the empty lot >>

<< the student suicides >>


putrid crust of the imago

machinic repetition of the same

transferable capital




BABEL9: Witness the End

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adieux: du spectacle mon amour – nein dasein nein dasein nein dasien

it was nice knowing you

it was nice knowing you

huis clos(ure) (no?) an end without exit a circle without entry || an eternal return (v pure?)

perhaps it was too soon, history had yet to catch up; or it had always-already been too late, and we were fooling ourselves, and we were fooling you all, and we were all grand fools in a fool world; both audience and clown, both laughter and tears, as the theatre around us burned a cacophonous scream

perhaps we deserve nothing more than this, for our ignorance, for our arrogance, for our pleasure, for our hatred, for our suffering, for our love — a love too fucking grand and terrifying to remain unbattered, untouched, unalienated, uncrushed, un un un, the beating pulse of a world still struggling, despite everything, to be more than it is, to burst apart the concrete seams, the fool’s parade, the fool’s theatre, the fool’s zine

it was nice

but it was never enough

and so it ends.

BABEL3: Babel is Sick of Everything

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the wretched BABEL spun fire through the auto wreck

did we die in the arms of capital? the futurist’s empty smile?

an overexposed polaroid.

zine 3 zine 3 zine 3 zine 3 zine 3 zine 3 zine 3 zine 3 zine 3 zine 3 zine 3 zine 3 zine 3 zine 3 zine 3 zine 3 zine 3 zine 3 zine 3 zine 3

BABEL2: New Matters, No Matter

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atrocity atrocious pick up the new copy you know none of this matters we’re all going to die the market is a scam



BABEL1: Holy Obscenities of Property and Light

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BABEL0: Neither the Condescension of Care, nor the Fascism of Futurity

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illustrated pdf HERE illustrated pdf HERE illustrated pdf HERE illustrated pdf HERE





transcript below





The Sublime Lack of Discourse


In a society already dead, the activist is a necrophiliac.

In their outward bid towards a naive and uncaring mass, the activist places their own freedom upon the sacrificial altar.

Henceforth, all political projects fall under the scrutiny of the individuals that forestalled revolution in the first place.

the activist either presumes to know the other, or presumes nothing.

In either case, discourse plays to the status quo, acts fall into reformism—and nothing revolutionary arises.


To act unto the future is to forestall the present, but it is only in the present that suffering is felt.

The activist is simultaneously a charlatan and an ascetic, promising a relief to come for a suffering here and now.

Both spirit must transcend the moment, and body rescind the corporeal.

with each promise, we are oedipalised—again, and again, and again.


The slave revolts of the twentieth century died the moment capitalism realised it could profit from Che Guevara’s face on a shirt.

Since then, nothing has been lived—and nothing has been authentic.

Ours is a world haunted by the revolution that never was, where modernist angst collapses so fully into postmodern irony, no one knows what is mocked any more.

Thus, we mock ourselves, and become the spectators to our own miserable theatrics.


The unified spectacle of the past century has given way to the free play of metonymy, chaos, and relativity.

From social media to streaming services, the particular would seem to have triumphed the universal.

However, this phenomenal reconfiguration works only to mask its self-same alienating core—an economic system that transforms all use value to exchange value, all rationality to instrumentality, and all lived experience to images.

Under such a system, desire can be nothing but tautological—infinite variations of nihilism without negation—a necrophilic exchange devoid of dialogue.

Caught in the circuits of capital, desire too, comes to exist only unto its own autoerotic function/production.

Desire capitulates to the demands of a total narcissism—a will to power devoid of jouissance, better characterised as a will to subservience.

The true will that structures us all, the capitalist will, remains undetected.

So long as the mode of production is unseen, and the labouring subject alienated and alone, desire can only be theorised as lack.


The totally-administered society has given way to the self-induced narcoleptic fit.

The schizo, once forcefully sedated, is now offered twenty variants of antipsychotics, and given counselling.

We have nothing but the illusion of choice, in a mad, deadening world.


The will to knowledge claims to reveal the world as is—it achieves nothing but the standing order untouched.

Nowhere do the future medico-technocrats provide any materialist analysis, and thus, any real solution to our ills—the technocracy they instil themselves.

in their minds, all that can exist, is simply, all that has, and is, existing.

They provide no solutions, only opiates and charity.

Ergo, those most desiring to save the world, spread only necrotic desire—and those most requiring of help, forget they once stood upon their own feet.


To believe in the self is to believe in chains.

The will to power is nothing but the multiplication of intensity—and intensity knows no boundaries.

Yet under neoliberalism, coercion binds us at every step.

The democrats say they grant us political freedom—only the freedom to vote our successive oppressors into power.

The libertarians say they grant us economic freedom—a freedom predicated on the violent theft of land once common to all.

The Marxists say they grant us freedom from alienation—never connecting production to the greater social phenomenon of judgement, which lacerates will the most.

The feminists say they grant us freedom from violence—while imposing a total language, so incapable of ambiguity, that all spontaneity is choked from life.

Discourse is not a single current, but multiple eddies and flows, and all are failing us.

Every counter-technique utilised thus far has failed in resurrecting life.

Thus, we call for the abandonment of both society and self, so that the situation may be born anew in their shells.

Herein, we herald the death of both master and slave.

Neither worm, nor man, nor ubermensch—only textures of flight.


The situationist is neither a humanist nor an anti-humanist, but an irruption of the human altogether.

For before either the self or the other, there was the encounter, the moment, the situation.

—And only in the situation does anything arise.


The only revolutionary act is that which is prefigurative—an enacted now, free of foul perfection, and a futurity never to come.

For futurity is both a fascist and a spook, seeking total domination of the lifeworld by its very avoidance of it.

In place of the lifeworld, a spiritual utopia is invoked.

Futurity negates the very world it seeks to inspire—it does nothing but suck the joy out of every situation in revolt.

Thus we desire ontological anarchy, so that the haunt of futures past may finally be put to rest.


The nature of repetition is that it never inhabits the same spacetime position as its original.

The situation is thus an original birth through its failure to perfectly simulate the original—through its own authentic inauthenticity.

Every presumed totality is an accident waiting to happen.


The situationist opposes the liberal-positivist desire for total comprehension, for it is only in disintegration that language become necessary, and only when language is necessary, that the subject become real, once more.

To fail the simulation is to return to the current of the real.

Herein, we may, finally, escape the capitalist absolute, and be in awe of the phenomenal other.


Failing comprehension, we arrive at the sublime lack of discourse—a jouissance that overcomes capitalist desire and the false lack of consumption.

at this peak of becoming, a higher stage of lack is reached—that of production.

For both self and other are nothing but the productive after image of the situation.

It is in such a realisation—that the mystery of life is truly nothing—that seduction can occur, a play that escapes the false totality of the symbolic, to instead embrace finitude and uncertainty.

—The last living act in a dead world.


Situationist International \\ On the Poverty of Student Life
Deleuze & Guattari [] Anti-Oedipus
Derrida [] Spectres of Marx
babel \\ dada2mada
Debord \\ The Society of the Spectacle
Karl Marx // Das Kapital
Adorno & Horkheimer // The Dialectic of Enlightenment
Marcuse // One-Dimensional Man
Zizek // First as Tragedy, then as Farce
Nietzcshe [] On the Genealogy of Morality
Foucault [] Discipline and Punish
Draper // Marx on Democratic Forms of Government
Rousseau // Discourse on Inequality
IWW // Preamble of the Industrial Workers of the World
Deleuze & Guattari [] A Thousand Plateaus
Haraway [] A Cyborg Manifesto
Ahmed [] Strange Encounters
Debord \\ Report on the Construction of Situations
Nietzsche [] Thus Spake Zarathustra
Vaneigem \\ The Revolution of Everyday Life
Edelman || No Future
Stirner || The Ego and Its Own
Bey [] The Temporary Autonomous Zone
Deleuze [] Difference and Repetition
Arendt || The Human Condition
Virilio || The Museum of Accidents
Lyotard || The Differend
Lacan || The Ethics of Psychoanalysis
Butler [] Gender Trouble
Baudrillard [] Seduction