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Øi atunci numai arta va mai putea sæ refacæ amintirea realitæflii. Sarcina
artei este, deja, realitatea pur øi simplu, vetusta, depæøita realitate.
Viitorul rol al artei va fi enorm, monstruos: arta va trebui sæ re-creeze
nu numai o lume, ci realitatea însæøi. Totul va sta pe umerii artei.
În viitor, arta va trece, cu totul, în locul realitæflii, va trebui sæ o suplineascæ,
protezæ ontologicæ totalæ, pentru a re-crea senzaflia de realitate,
ne-plæcerea „istoricæ“, istorizatæ, depæøitæ a faptului de a fi prin
altul, cu celælalt, pe el øi contra lui.
Arta va fi contratehnica „Ne-Plæcutului“, a „rezistenflei materialelor“.
Numai arta va mai putea sæ ne creeze senzaflia „neplæcutæ“ de istorie,
de întîrziere, de amînare, de închidere, de ne-ajuns, de neputinflæ,
de finitudine, de ne-realizare a Visului, cînd toate acestea vor fi fost,
inginereøte, depæøite, øi cînd Umanul însuøi va fi devenit suprema Saltea
a Omului, Omul-Saltea.
Din pæcate, viitorul este al artei. Sîntem condamnafli sæ devenim, cu
toflii, artiøti, dacæ vom vrea sæ mai simflim, sæ mai re-simflim, în genere,
ceva.
HIPEREVOLUfiIA. SPRE UN ALT PRAGMATISM
VIAfiA CU ARTÆ
DEPÆØIfiI, DE CÆRUfiÆ
Nu e evoluflie, nu e revoluflie: e hiperevoluflie. Ne facem/ne dæm trupuri
noi. (Spinoza: „Noi nici nu øtim ce poate un corp“ – sæ se facæ altul!)
Evoluflie græbitæ, acceleratæ, fugæ înainte, spre Marea Rezolvare, cu
impacienflæ: nu mai suportæm întîrzierea, imperfecfliunile, comparaflia
cu Supraomul diseminat, cu cæile/ instrumentele omniprezente de realizare
ca Supraoameni puse nouæ la dispoziflie, øi apæsæm pe pedalæ.
Omul trebuie læsat sæ ræmînæ permanent în urmæ, în întîrziere, în anacronism
faflæ de el însuøi (aøa cum øi este), ca sæ alerge, gîfîind, trudind,
sæ prindæ, sæ recupereze progresul automatizat, Progresul în sine ca
Istorie distinctæ, paralelæ, care-l depæøeøte zilnic tachinîndu-l, în sfîrøit
emancipatæ de om, dupæ ce omul se emancipase, o clipæ, de „teroarea
istoriei“ (Eliade). Omul este forflat sæ evolueze, sæ-øi ocupe viafla alergînd
înnebunit ca sæ poatæ prinde progresul din urmæ. Cu sentimentul
vinovæfliei øi al ratærii Marii Ocazii în suflet, mereu torturat, obsedat,
nemulflumit, crispat.
Orizontul de øanse øi de posibilitæfli nemaivæzute, dar imediat tangibile,
de a se realiza, la care el nu poate ajunge, care-i scapæ în permanenflæ
øi în care se simte închis. Progresul nu mai cheamæ din frunte
øi nu mai mînæ din urmæ. Træim într-o lume-mediu mai realizatæ
decît noi, fiinfle inferiorizate într-o (de o) lume imanent, nu transcendent,
superioaræ, cu atît mai chinuitoare, cu cît mai tangibilæ, imediatæ:
o lume care ne depæøeøte la îndemînæ, care se produce-reproduce
parcæ de la sine, singuræ, færæ noi, dar pentru noi, un Mediu al Binelui
realizat în afara noastræ øi de jur împrejurul nostru, la care nu mai avem
The future role of the art will be enormous, monstrous: art will have to re-create not
only a world but reality itself. Art will shoulder everything.
In the future, art will completely replace reality, it will have to substitute it, as total
ontological prosthesis, so as to re-create the sensation of reality, the “historical”, historicized,
outmoded dis-pleasure of being through the other, with, on and against
the other.
Art will be the counter-technique of the “Un-pleasantness”, of the “resistance of
materials”. Only art will still be able to create the “unpleasant” sensation of history,
tardiness, postponement, closure, non-fulfillment, helplessness, finitude, non-realization
of the Dream, at a time when engineering will have gone beyond the bounds of
all these and when the Human itself will have become the supreme Mattress of Man,
the Mattress-Man.
Unfortunately, future belongs to art. We are condemned to become all artists if we
want to keep sensing, to keep feeling something, whatever.
HIPEREVOLUTION. TOWARD ANOTHER PRAGMATISM
LIFE WITH ART
OUT OF OUR DEPTH, PLAYED AT OUR OWN GAME
This is not evolution, nor is it revolution: it is hiperevolution. We become/give ourselves
new bodies. (Spinoza: “No one has thus far determined . . . what the body can
do”– become another!) Hasty, accelerated evolution, impatient rush ahead, toward
the Great Solution: we cannot any longer tolerate tardiness, imperfections, the comparison
with the disseminated Superhuman, with the ubiquitous ways/instruments
of self-realization as Superhumans available to us. So we step on it.
Man must be allowed to permanently lag behind, to be late, persisting in anachrony
to himself (as he really is); this will push him to run, gasping for breath, striving to
catch (up with) the automatized progress, the progress itself as distinct, parallel history
which, finally emancipated from man after man had emancipated, for a moment,
from the “terror of history” (Eliade), teasingly outruns man everyday. Bearing in his
soul the guilt and loss of the Great Opportunity, forever tortured, obsessed, unsatisfied,
uptight, man is forced to evolve, to fill his life with the despair of running to
make up for progress.
The horizon of unseen but immediately tangible chances and possibilities of self-realization
which he/she can no longer seize, which are permanently escaping man and
which keep him feeling enclosed. Progress does not any longer bring up the rear nor
does it ride the fore-horse. We live in a world-environment more realized than we
are, we, inferiorized beings in an (by an) immanently, not transcendently superior
world, the more tangible, immediate, the more tormenting: a world which easily outruns
us, which seems to self-produce and reproduce all alone, without us but for us,
in an Environment of Good realized outside of us and all around us, where climbing
up or remembering is no longer necessary. We just have to adopt it, to use it, to
make it forever piecemeal, fragmentarily, imperfectly our own. Accessories of Superhumanity.
The Superhuman in accessories. Accessory-man.
After modernity, we escaped by being played at our own game, saved by a fortunate
anachrony to the political-industrial Self. It is only for a historical second that the
feeling of relief lasted. And now we are goaded again, but not macro-historically and
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