Which is priceless.
Stock| N° d'inventaire | 21978 |
| Format | 13.5 x 21.5 |
| Détails | 173 p., paperback. |
| Publication | Paris, 2018 |
| Etat | Nine |
| ISBN | 9782234085985 |
It is war, a war that is taking place on all fronts and that is intensifying since it is now being waged against everything from which it seemed impossible to extract value. A new ugliness of the world ensues. For, even before dream or passion, the first enemy will have been vivid beauty, the one whose dazzling powers everyone has known and which, no more than lightning, cannot be subjugated. This will have been considerably aided by the collusion of finance and a certain contemporary art, at the origin of an enterprise of neutralization aimed at establishing an irrefutable domination. And since, at the same time, the commodification of any recourse to a generalized aestheticization to camouflage the catastrophic functioning of a world heading towards its ruin, it is obvious that beauty and ugliness constitute a political issue. How long will we consent to not seeing how the violence of money works to liquidate our sensitive night, to make us forget the essential, the desperate quest for that which is priceless?
It is war, a war that is taking place on all fronts and that is intensifying since it is now being waged against everything from which it seemed impossible to extract value. A new ugliness of the world ensues. For, even before dream or passion, the first enemy will have been vivid beauty, the one whose dazzling powers everyone has known and which, no more than lightning, cannot be subjugated. This will have been considerably aided by the collusion of finance and a certain contemporary art, at the origin of an enterprise of neutralization aimed at establishing an irrefutable domination. And since, at the same time, the commodification of any recourse to a generalized aestheticization to camouflage the catastrophic functioning of a world heading towards its ruin, it is obvious that beauty and ugliness constitute a political issue. How long will we consent to not seeing how the violence of money works to liquidate our sensitive night, to make us forget the essential, the desperate quest for that which is priceless?