We are but spectators, never actors, though we think we act, we really only ever observe.
The spectator watches the action; the actor merely performs it. And so, within the deep disturbances, the abrupt and absolute fractures of current experience, its fierce, sporadic conflicts and resistance, all of which are so chronically and complacently generalized as ‘crisis’, there is constantly the generalization and actuality of tragedy.
Not many people speak of things like that, of course. For our public sexual language has long been devised in order to manage the same crisis in as harmoniously inequitable a way as its different classes of speech-makers would allow. In what may be designated the laborious culture, in which sex itself is the most powerful resource of meaning, and in which meaning itself is an increasingly scarce resource, the modalities of public language have for the duration of our life-span on this mortal coil been those of negotiation.
Negotiate.
Watch.
Watch some more.
Keep watching.
Negotiate.
Watch.
It will cum.