A remembrance of the author’s friendship with Guy Debord in the late 1950s and early 60s – with some theoretical reflections.
Debord, in the Resounding Cataract of Time
(David Blanchard, 1995)
There are moments in one’s existence that stand out, as if of a more solid texture, drawn in stronger lines contrasting with the uzziness and fathomless ambiguity of the rest of life. And they really are charged with objective meaning, imparted by the movement of a sort of historic overdetermination. Often that special quality only reveals itself retrospectively, but sometimes, too, it is perceived immediately. Read the rest of this entry »
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