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22 April, 2025

The postmodernist revelation is

Group Gelitin, Vorm Fellows Function

that to endure banality (the default condition of a desacralized world) we must find a way to endow banality with a hierophantic aura, finding depth in nonsense and heroism in profanation (the secret of Duchamp's readymade).

Postmodernism is the idolatry of the profane, the consecration of desacration, the aestheticization of the anti-aesthetic. It is the ideology of a society that has reached the limit of profanation and can only alleviate its self-disgust by turning disgust into a higher-order aesthetic category.

In the same vein, Deleuze made madness chic. For how else can a disordered society, uprooted from its foundational traditions, incapable of centering or grounding itself, countenance its madness? Only by turning madness into an ideal.