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exploited, we would be spared the inauthentic talk of an exploitation of nature.<br />

This talk reinforces the semblance of "value;' which accrues to raw materials<br />

only by virtue of an order of production founded on the exploitation of hnman<br />

labor. Were this exploitation to come to a halt, work, in turn, could no longer be<br />

characterized as d,e exploitation of nature by man. It would henceforth be con­<br />

ducted on the model of children's play, which in Fourier forms the basis of the<br />

"mpassioned work" of the Harmonians. To have instituted play as the canon of<br />

a labor no longer rooted in exploitation is one of the great merits of Fourier. Such<br />

work inspirited by play aims not at the propagation of values but at the anleliora­<br />

tion of nature. For it, too, the Fourierist utopia furnishes a model, of a sort to be<br />

found realized in the games of children. It is the mage of an earth on which every<br />

place has become an inn. <strong>The</strong> double meaning of the word < Wirtschaft> blossoms<br />

here: all places are worked by human hands, made useful and beautiful thereby;<br />

all, however, stand, like a roadside inn, open to all. An earth that was cultivated<br />

according to such an mage would cease to be part of "a world where action is<br />

never d,e sister of dream.""23 On that earth, the act would be kin to the dream.<br />

[]75,2]<br />

Fashion determines, in each case, the acceptable linut of empathy. []75,3]<br />

<strong>The</strong> unfolding of work in play presupposes highly developed forces of produc­<br />

tion, such as only today stand at the disposal of humanity, and stand mobilized in<br />

a direction contrary to their possibilities-that is, they are poised for an emer­<br />

gency. Nevertheless, even in tmes of relatively undeveloped productivity, the<br />

murderous idea of the exploitation of nature, which has ruled over things since<br />

the nineteenth century, was in no sense detenninative. Certainly dUs idea could<br />

have no place so long as the prevailing mage of nature was that of the minister­<br />

ing mother, as reflected in Bachofen's conception of matriarchal societies. In the<br />

figure of the mother, dUs inlage has survived the inconstancies of history, though<br />

it obviously has grown more blurred during d,ose periods in which mothers<br />

themselves become agents of the class that risks the life of their sons for its<br />

commercial interests. <strong>The</strong>re is much to suggest that the second marriage of<br />

Baudelaire's mother was not madc any more bearable for him by the fact that she<br />

elected to marry a general. This marriage evidendy has a share in d,e evolution<br />

of the poet's libido; if the whore became the mastering image of the latter, this<br />

ll1arriage plays its part. Of course, the whore is, fundamentally, the incarnation of<br />

a nature suffused with commodity appearance. She has even intensified its power<br />

of delusion insofar as, in commerce with her, an always fictive pleasure arises,<br />

one that is supposed to corresond to the pleasure of her partner. In other words,<br />

the capacity for pleasure itself now figures as a value in dUs commerce-as the<br />

object of an exploitation perpetrated no less by her than by her partner. On the<br />

other hand, one sees here the distorted, more than life-size mage of an availabil­<br />

ity that holds for everyone and is discouraged by none. <strong>The</strong> unworldly ecstatic<br />

lasciviousness of the Baroque poet Lohenstein has stamped dus mage in a man­<br />

ner that is highly renriniscent of Baudelaire: "A beautiful woman, yes, arrayed in

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