BMOON
2007-11-28 13:01:58
What are you drinking mon amie? A Clalfornia Merlot perchance? Moon is a Faux amis, from the Norman French, “deMoen” which, of course, those shopkeepers could not get straight when we went over there. Sigh. c’est la vie. But what does it ll realy matter? We twiddle while Paris burns. I think Foucault would be better suited for this moment – his brilliant thesis of the reality of futility as opposed to Baudrillard’s crass suggestions as to the use of precultural sublimation to analyse language. Riots? What is “riot?” “Islam”. What Islam? How absurd when, in reality, truth is fundamentally dead anyways. Ah, what a sunset with the glowing buildings silhoutetted in the foreground! Magnifique!
