Here’s a story I told last Sunday at the Bowery Poetry Club in Manhattan…
When we spectators are sitting in a movie theatre, looking at the screen… You remember, at the very beginning, before the picture is on, it’s a black, dark screen, and then light thrown on. Are we basically not staring into a toilet bowl and waiting for things to reappear out of the toilet? And is the entire magic of a spectacle shown on the screen not a kind of deceptive lure, trying to conceal the fact that we are basically watching shit, as it were?
— Slavoj Žižek
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