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notes for a theory of hegeme

// hegeme is precisely the sublation of hegemony, an exhausted concept... hegemony poses a false totality in the current epoch, we have to think fractality, this is where hegeme precisely is useful // hegeme is not the position of fragmenta, advocated by various strands of micro-leftist fascismes, hegeme is totality at every level, thus precisely fractal not fragmental /// it follows therefore as a third Point in this structure that while hegemony is exhausted as a concept fragmentality is a false response, retrogressive. the only direction in which we can tend is that of hegeme

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the plural

to fractalise without the problem of System: this was the task paul set me in 1986 in a bar in frankfurt. had i remembered more of the conversation i could recount it, but as ever only those pithy phrases that were his and characteristically only his rebound in my mind, ‘transections of History’, ‘to rehistoricise the dialectic’, it is utterly foolish now to think i can do him a kind of justice here, though the concept of justice was always abhorrent to him between cocktails, it’s sad really, paul would have had so much to say, on the present conjuncture

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lines of the real

again on paul, whose ‘lines of argumentation’ were always fractured and fractal at a time when i could not appreciate what this heralded. i remember an early afternoon june 6th 1973 manchester. talks on fluid immanences between croissants and he would utter phrasemes that could have come from no other mouth ‘dictat of essence’ or ‘to transect the moment’ which are with me now, always as reminders that the real is precisely the abstract-as-abstract, to its fundament. and no core gave way but his body faded only

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modalities

children play board games when they are bored, there is sublation here... i remember past pleasures, orkney, 1953, margot and robert and julia,practicing for something? questions are only possible where the lines of the vertical transect lost lives, when practices heralded irrugations of newness, but songs only recall the vast plaintive moments which combine, combine again, until a drawing down and the night

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a memory (for paul)

light glitters in the pulmonary arteries of city... paul is an old comrade. coffee, cigarettes, the mist. it is long a time since i have been in london. paul is enamoured by the latest laurelle, i am circumspect, drifting eyes over waitress, rolling wheels on tarmacadam, brisk... but will there be patter of rain later or drizzle, weather is the ordinary mundanity of conversation, metereologe always a real-abstract to be reckoned with, paul has given up tarrying with the negative, becomes a ‘seeker for the new’, i laugh. waitress with waffles. i remember ‘69, famous year. from praxis to praxis, always a recombination. the city tells me something, i forget though. i forget london  

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a beginning

have long considered tweet medium a valuable type of brevity, though think the space provided by medium of this sort eminently valuable too, may post regularly or not, stay tuned..