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The space between words and things is once again total.
No defence against the indefensible.
The space between words and things is once again fatal.
All naming is already murder: serviced muck on the killing floor.
Soft-violence as pragmatic necessity: bullbaiting with the starved dogs of rhetoric.
An arena sport like no other.
Bring on the organ-grinders, carnival barkers, snake-oil paddlers, pork-barreling mouthpieces.
Parceling out concerted blows of categorical reification.
Deep bites with self-confirming payloads.
Live seed for excessive entitlement and a snare for every congenital impulse.
Absent a shot, we are condemned to be at war with words.
The function of representation comes to grief when words lose their connections with things - in short, when language represents itself.
[Mark Poster, The Mode Of Information]
No defence against the indefensible.
The space between words and things is once again total.
No defence against the indefensible.