A drive the Postal: social reading of psychoanalytic media and Going death

"If the punchy, claustrophobic anti-sociality of systems in the early lockdown proposed a particularly black perspective into the future, the Action for Black Lives block uprising of the late spring felt like its joyous opposite—a future by which platforms were responding to and being organized by the events on the floor, as opposed to those events being organized by and designed to the needs of the platforms. This is something value our time and devotion, something that surpassed our compulsion to create, something that—for a minute, at least—the Twittering Unit couldn't swallow.

Maybe not that it wasn't trying. As persons in the roads toppled statues and fought authorities, persons on the platforms modified and refashioned the uprising from a block movement to a subject for the use and expression of the Twittering Machine. That which was occurring off-line would have to be accounted for, described, evaluated, and processed. Didactic story-lectures and images of well filled antiracist bookshelves seemed on Instagram. On Twitter, the typical pundits and pedants jumped up challenging explanations for each and every motto and justifications for each and every action. In these issue trolls and response guys, Seymour's chronophage was literalized. The cultural industry does not only consume our time with endless stimulus and algorithmic scrolling; it eats our time by producing and selling people who exist simply to be explained to, people to whom the world has been developed anew every morning, people for whom every settled sociological, clinical, and political discussion of modernity should be rehashed, rewritten, and re-accounted, this time using their participation.

These folks, using their just-asking questions and vapid open letters, are dullards and bores, pettifoggers and casuists, cowards and dissemblers, time-wasters of the worst sort. But Seymour's guide suggests something worse about us, their Facebook and Facebook interlocutors: That we want to waste our time. That, however much we may protest, we discover satisfaction in endless, round argument. That we get some sort of pleasure from monotonous debates about "free speech" and "cancel culture." That we find oblivion in discourse. In the machine-flow atemporality of social media, that may seem like number good crime. If time is an endless resource, why not spend a few ages of it with a couple New York Instances op-ed columnists, repairing each of European thought from first concepts? But political and financial and immunological crises stack on one another in series, around the back ground roar of ecological collapse. Time isn't infinite. None people are able to spend what's left of it dallying with the ridiculous and bland."


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