“The Precession of Simulacra” by Jean Baudrillard. Points of View and Perspectives. • To dissimulate is to pretend not to have what one has. To simulate is to. In “Precession of Simulacra” (in Simulacra and Simulation, ) Jean Baudrillard describes what he calls “the third order of simulacra” in. SIMULACRUM (simulacra): Something that replaces reality with its representation. Jean Baudrillard in “The Precession of Simulacra” defines this term as.

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The simulacrum is true. Is that too much to handle? The lesson here is to be skeptical or be a dumbass. The best story ever told about simulation is by this guy Jorge Luis Borges—an Argentine with a taste for blood and liberalism in general.

“The Precession of Simulacra” by Jean Baudrillard – a summary

In it, this fucking empire is so obsessed with maps or some shit that they make this huge ass map that is actually completely a 1: It ends up being so big that it just covers the whole territory like a pelty moss of pubic hair. The point is that the map became the real to these idiots. Talk about layers, right?

The only thing left is the long jesn drawn out metaphor of this fake ass empire. Because today, the same motherfuckers who are always trying to flex their power and take over other countries and people try day in and day out to make the reality that we experience line up nicely with their models of simulation.

That something is the charm that used to exist between a noun and a representation of the noun. That something is the difference between a map and a territory, the thing that makes the map like a work of art and the territory like a real place. What we think is real is made from tiny baby units, from code, ones and zeroes, databases and IT dorks.

Reality can baudrrillard reproduced a trillion times if some ponytailed jabrony with HTML experience wants it to be. Michael Crichton might have been onto something. A sign that represents a concept bqudrillard represents everything associated with that concept.

Those real things are gone now, completely replaced by signs being pumped out of the ultra-machine—they are a concept, the opposite of the concept, jan everything inbefuckingtween.

What are we left with? One suggests a presence of something, the other, the absence of something. Psychosomatics, which means the relationship between the mind and the bsudrillard, not just a word in a song by The Prodigy, gets pretty sketchy when thinking about illnesses.

If we think about this like Freud or something, you could say that the symptom being exhibited moves from being organic to being unconscious.

And somehow this makes it more true, I think, which seems like total bullshit. Because why should simulation stop at the portals of the unconscious? The work of the unconscious seems simualcra it could be produced just like any other symptom in classic medicine. Think about how dreams fucking happen. This dude is totally sane. That creepy ass ghost we call simulation has itself murdered the balls out of baurrillard, reference and maybe even objectivity.


IDK, and neither do you. What does the army do with simulators? Pretending to be gay? It flies in the face of classical reason, yeah? Pfecession this day and age, everything is wackadoo and the truth baudrillar drowning big time.

Now, there are other things in the world besides medicine and armies. Does it stay as tough? Have you ever heard of the Iconoclasts? They got off on destroying images of God. Hear me now, motherfucker: The difference is that a perfect simulacra hides the fact that there is no original to begin with. Does this make sense? Yeah it fucking does. You read books and shit and people say that the Iconoclasts hated images.

The Iconoclasts were the only people who fucking got the actual power of images. The Iconoclaters, the people who made the pictures, thought baudrillzrd were images of Bible shit so that illiterate masses could finally understand the stories.

Oh, wait—what if the Iconoclaters were actually super fucking modern? You ever think of that? Yeah, suck on that. The Jesuits, who are like the Mars Volta of religion, actually based all of their politics on the disappearance of God.

“The Precession of Simulacra” by Jean Baudrillard – a summary – Midnight Media Musings…

Shit just got real, huh? Behind all those old pictures of God, besides the back of the painting and the wall, is the ghostly shadow of politics. All Western religious faith, or faith in general, was stupid because the dumbass masses believed that a picture of God could give somebody the divine orgasm of spiritual connection. An idea like that requires the actual existence of God as the cashier in a holy transaction. Well, guess what—God quit Safeway about a year ago and now you have to use that self checkout thing that seriously ends up taking twice as long as having somebody do it for you.

There you have it—simulation is totally opposite of representation, OK? Representation starts from the idea that a sign of something can communicate how real that something is. If representation and simulation were in a fight, representation would fight for the good of the original and be mad at simulation for trying to kill it.

I think that is from a Cohen brothers film, but I am not sure.

That sounds like a good number. It perverts a basic reality you airbrush her and make her tits bigger in Photoshop 3. It bears no relation to any reality whatsoever you drew her with Google SketchUp.

Remember earlier when I talked about dissimulation? Again, 1 at least kind of is about truth. Welcome to the spiral of half-truth, pretend realness and total trifling fake shit. We start thinking of the documentation as what actually happened instead of what happened.

Do these objects make our lives more real? Orecession you know what a deterrent is? Having everything be fake is kind of like a deterrent to trying to get down to the real, man. Because what are you gonna use budrillard get to the real? Probably some stupid fake fucking device like a digital camera. And what are you gonna have prevession A digital picture baudrollard something, idiot. Talk about a double-ended dildo in your wimulacra holes.


Inethnology just about died. It was like when you take a mummy out of a pyramid and open up his dank coffin to the air and he immediately starts turning to mush. Addendum from the Ghost of Jean Baudrillard: Is that OK with you? All science is like this.

Art critics do this every time they talk about virtually anything. In Greek mythology, I guess there was this musician named Orpheus who could play the ov out of his flute to the point that people would like openly weep. This is not unlike Latin American fans at a Morrissey concert. Anyway, his wife got bitten by a bunch of vipers rad and she fucking died.

Orpheus gets all the way back to the regular world and panics, turns around and looks at her, but she is like barely still in the underworld and disappears. Science is like Orpheus because it, uh, turns around too soon. Oh, wook at dis witto Gweek bebe. Po Owpheus is wiwwy sad because da wuv of his wife is foweva in da Undawoold.

Instead, this is a simulated sacrifice of their objects of study. Like they really cared about the Tasaday. All the data had been recorded, so the reality principle of science was still safe.

Having the Tasaday available should anybody want to challenge the findings was a convenient fucking backup.

Lots of people who are into science end up doing a sort of jeaan by distancing themselves from the subject. This shit writes itself. Sending the Tasaday back to the jungle then allows ethnologists to pretty much assume all fucking native peoples since the dawn of, I guess native peoples, were just like the Tasaday.

How nice of them.

And here, I thought scientists were just a bunch of dicks. You see, it used to be a fully functioning mining town, baudriillard is now dominated by big ass companies that produce grips of metal.

Just looking and judging, being stupid. And it turns us all into caricatures of ourselves. All simulations of people trying to live, getting skeezed on the regs by the all-knowing fuck-eye of ethnology. You, dear reader, are forever buttfucked. Japan, while certainly in the east, counts as a Western society because they have iPhones and fucking vending machines.