A Blog by Virgilio Rivas

To he who understood the meaning of Bataille


When an internet activist decided to hang himself, did he hang himself out of sheet pressure of acephalous drives, impersonal rhizomes that desire no end except to replicate the Ur-drive of the great Spinozan universe? Or, did he do it because his was an act to apply the breaks on infinite becomings of germs at least on his side of existing, granting it is still right to call it existing when conatus is all there is to it?

Indeed, it can be everything until a human decides to die, quash an intense flux to live free, or run fast ahead of light.

A blasphemous inversion follows.

Nature is belched out. And back she goes to a dark precursor of any new beginning, any new chasing after germs.

She becomes artificial and death laughs like a cheerful soul.

On most occasions, still, when there is grave incapacity for suicide belching is a tough choice to make where nature is at its best, hungry for likeness.


4 responses

  1. Typically suicide is not so glamorous, it is usually a very mundane act against pain or the threat of pain that brings one to that finality. Death is almost a savior to those who have faced the dark demon of pain and its unending barbs against the very real pressure of the flesh.

    January 16, 2013 at 4:59 pm

    • Yes, Steven. I agree. And yet, suicide–this impossible gesture of bleak humanism–was also Deleuze’s gesture, his final gesture, his dive into the realm of chaos. On the one hand, if intense actuality is what happens in the virtual, as they can only happen in the virtual, then suicides happen everyday which makes it banal.

      On the other hand, suicide is the most individualist choice. It is only right that it stays in its windowless realm, what else but the bleak fact that what precedes us is the thrownness of suicide, our power to die–the thrownness/givenness of our absolute capability to rise above any demand of life, good or worse.

      A soldier risking his life on the front line is doing a suicide. But who knows what’s on his mind that we tend to confuse with heroism?

      January 16, 2013 at 5:19 pm

      • I was even thinking of the gesture Hermann Hesse makes at the end of Magister Ludi or The Glass Bead Game in which the great master enters the waters willing knowing that he will die, but in this act he will save another, thereby generating through what appears to be suicide the creative act that awakens in the boy his life’s mission….

        January 16, 2013 at 5:52 pm

  2. What could challenge even this attempt at humanizing the power to rise above life, for lack of a better term–suicide, is the fact that animals commit suicides too.

    January 16, 2013 at 5:58 pm

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