Tag Archives: Slavoj Zizek

mortality trumps utopia

I’ve been thinking a lot about utopias. It started with Peter Robb’s A Death in Brazil. It’s a great read: part political thriller, part personal travelogue and part geo-historical exploration. It’s beautifully written, as are all Robb’s books (Midnight in … Continue reading

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if the roof is on fire it’s an electrical fault

I’m sitting in a beachside bar with Sputnik. The beer is cold, cheap, and plentiful. The sun is high and hot, waves lap against eroded coral, a cool breeze floats off the Gulf of Thailand. It’s all good. We’ve indulged … Continue reading

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saturday night (get a little action in?)

I’d like to make an argument about the current panic regarding late night grog fuelled violence that involves the possibility of seeing grog fuelled violence as being part of what Zizek calls systemic violence, the “often catastrophic consequences of the … Continue reading

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the monkey and the plywood violin

I have been having a lot of conversations recently about trying to reform the system from within. It’s a conversation about how to behave ethically and how to act with a view to a future in which good things are … Continue reading

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one day, they say, the sky gave way

Here’s a thing: This image is from an exhibition called The Eighth Day, a collaborative exhibition by Colby Vincent Edwards, William Franevsky, and Jarrett Scherff. They make use of some terrific images, creating “a dark childhood fantasy and makes it … Continue reading

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the loss of emotional iridescence

A long time ago I read a beautiful essay by Teshome Gabriel about returning to Ethiopia to visit his mother. In that essay he describes being given a series of gifts by his mother: a cup, a photograph and a … Continue reading

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like a whiskey bottle down on the floor (got no future, just a lot to endure)

Bob Brown’s speech at the National Press Club caught my attention the other day, all that talk about where the dollars go and how they start out Australian dollars but end up going offshore. For what it is worth, I … Continue reading

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