"The disappearance of God has left us facing reality and the ideal prospect of transforming this real world. And we have found ourselves confronted with the undertaking of realizing the world, of making it become technically, integrally real. Now, the world, even freed from all illusion, does not lend itself at all to reality. The more we advance in this undertaking, the more ambiguous it becomes, the more it loses sight of itself. Reality has barely had time to exist and already it is disappearing ... "
"Duchamp's Fountain is the emblem of our modern hyperreality, the product of a violent counter-transference of all poetic illusion on to pure reality, the object 'transferred' on to itself, short-circuiting any possible metaphor. The world has acquired such a degree of reality that it is bearable only by a perpetual denial, with 'This is not a world' - reminiscent of Magritte's 'This is not a pipe' - operating as the surrealist denial of self-evidence itself, this dual movement
of the absolute, definitive obviousness of the world and the equally radical denial of that obviousness dominating the trajectory of modern art. And not just the trajectory of art, but of all our deep perceptions, of our entire mental apprehension of the world."
"'Does reality exist? Are we in a real world?' - this is the leitmotiv of our entire present culture. But it merely expresses the fact that we can no longer bear this world, which is so prey to reality, except by way of a radical denial. And this is logical: since the world can no longer be justified in another world, it has to be justified here and now in this one by lending itself force of reality, by purging itself of any illusion."
"The Real is growing like the desert. 'Welcome to the Desert of the Real'"
"Integral Reality is also to be found in integral music: the sort
you find in quadraphonic spaces or can 'compose' on a computer. The music in which sounds have been clarified and expurgated and which, shorn of all noise and static, is, so to speak, restored to its technical perfection. The sounds of such music are no longer the play of a form, but the actualization of a programme. It is a music reduced to a pure wavelength, the final reception of which, the tangible effect on the listener, is exactly programmed too, as in a closed circuit. It is,
in a sense, a virtual music, flawless and without imagination, merging into its own model, and even the enjoyment of it is virtual enjoyment. Is this still music? The question must be open to doubt, since they have actually come up with the idea of reintroducing noise into it to make it more 'musical'."
"Unintelligence of evil, absence of insight into things by evil and therefore always the same discourse on the 'foul beast' and the same naivete in the analysis of present events.
Our whole system of values excludes this predestination of evil. Yet all it has invented, at the end of its burdensome therapy on the human species, is another way of making it disappear,
that is to say, of ironically carrying the possibility of happiness to its opposite term, that of the perfect crime, that of integral misfortune, which was somehow waiting for it just at the end.
For you cannot liberate good without liberating evil, and that liberation is even more rapid than the liberation of good. It is, in fact, no longer exactly a struggle between good and
evil. It's a question of transparency. Good is transparent: you can see through it. Evil, by contrast, shows through: it is what you see when you see through."