One’s life is not what it seems, nor is what we were taught since childhood. The idea of living life is reduced to a life tracked by common sense. It is the own gravity that signifies history, its own significant weight, that tends to lead us down to the paths that oppress our body. An avatar of language, dense and shriveled, divides us and fragments us in its suspicion, dualizes us and dialectizes us in its question: it makes us think that we think, it makes us think that we live, while it only shows us its ideological slant. Such avatar is with no doubt a matrix that subjects us, an inertia with which we identify ourselves: it leads us to think out with great evidence, that life is circumscribed only to grow, to get married, to have children, to work and to die. The doxa: our false consciousness. Such avatar of language, while it reveals as an inherent goal to us and to our around, is an avatar of how we mean life, and also of what we make of it while we signify it. But it’s found far behind, it does not reach us: it becomes a prison that we carry from inside and that hampers us: it turns into a limit that lives in our flesh and individualizes us intimately in our tomb. We touch ourselves and do not feel us. We close our eyes and see nothing.
I found this music video on YouTube that seems very useful to illustrate what is a microfascism. We start from the idea that a microfascism emerges when there is a blocked and repressed desire that is molarized through a codificated flow which investment is totalitarian. When that happens, the creative line of flight that involves desire becomes a line of abolition or a line of death. In the video we have a girl who wants to be famous and whose subjectivity lies encysted in common sense. Continue reading