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88 pages, Paperback
First published July 3, 2020
El dispositivo de la felicidad aísla a los hombres y conduce a una despolitización de la sociedad y a una pérdida de la solidaridad. Cada uno debe preocuparse por sí mismo de su propia felicidad. La felicidad pasa a ser un asunto privado. También el sufrimiento se interpreta como resultado del propio fracaso. Por eso en lugar de revolución lo que hay es depresión. Mientras nos esforzamos en vano por curar la propia alma perdemos de vista las situaciones colectivas que causan los desajustes sociales. Cuando nos sentimos afligidos por la angustia y la inseguridad no responsabilizamos a la sociedad, si no a nosotros mismos. Pero el fermento de la revolución es el dolor sentido en común. El dispositivo neoliberal de felicidad lo ataja de raíz. La sociedad paliativa despolitiza el dolor sometiéndolo a tratamiento medicinal y privatizándolo. De este modo se reprime y se desbanca la dimensión social del dolor
(página 26)La vida indolora es una felicidad permanente habrá dejado de ser una vida humana. La vida que ahuyenta y proscribe su negatividad se suprime a sí misma. Muerte y dolor van juntos. En el dolor se anticipa la muerte. Quien pretendía erradicar todo dolor tendrá que eliminar también la muerte. Pero una vida sin muerte ni dolor ya no es vida humana, sino una vida de muertos vivientes. El hombre abjura de sí mismo para sobrevivir. Posiblemente llegue a alcanzar la inmortalidad, pero habrá sido al precio de la vida
(página 90)'Louise Bourgeois set a new record for a gigantic sculpture - thirty-two million for her work from the nineties, Spider. Even a gigantic spider can apparently be more decorative than threatening. In the works of Ai Weiwei, even morality is presented in such a way as to inspire likes Morality and likeability enter into a happy symbiosis. Dissidence decays into design. Jeff Koons, by contrast, creates like-worthy art that is morality-free, and ostentatiously decorative. The only adequate response to his artworks, as he himself states, is 'Wow'.' Art today is vehemently forced into the straitjacket of the 'like.' '
Pain is what distinguishes thinking from calculating, from artificial intelligence. Intelligence means choosing between (inter-legere). It is a faculty of discrimination, and thus it does not go beyond what is already there. It is not capable of bringing forth what is wholly other It differs in this way from the mind. Pain makes thinking more profound. There is no such thing as profound computing. What constitutes the profundity of thinking? As opposed to computing, thinking brings forth an altogether different perspective on the world, even another world Only what is living, what is capable of experiencing pain, can think. This is precisely what artificial intelligence lacks: 'We are no thinking frogs, no objectifying and registering devices with frozen innards we must constantly give birth to our thoughts out of our pain and maternally endow them with all that we have of blood, heart, fire, pleasure, passion, agony, conscience, fate, and disaster.''
'Anaesthesia suppresses the aesthetics of pain. In the palliative society, we forget altogether how pain can be narrated, and even sung. We forget how to give it a language, to translate it into a narration, to drape it in the semblance of beauty, even to outwit it. Today, pain is entirely cut off from the aesthetic imagination. Because it has been made a matter of medicine alone, it has been deprived of language. Analgesia pre-empts the operation of narrative and the imagination, and puts them to sleep. Permanent anaesthesia leads to mental numbness. Pain is stopped before it can bring about a narrative. Within the palliative society, pain is not a navigable river, not a narrative flow leading man down to the sea, but a dead-end street'