Sylvère Lotringer, "The Dance of Signs"
successor to Thinkige Kru whose feed doesn't seem to be working properly for reasons unknown - the old blog + archive remains here https://thinkigekru.blogspot.com/ -^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^vintage thoughts from others, vintage thoughts from me - varying degrees of profundity - thoughts quoted for the turn of thought / phrase rather than for truth value - quoted not necessarily because i agree with them or approve of them - i don't necessarily agree with my own past thinkiges!
Tuesday, May 6, 2025
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I have never been able to think of Lotringer the same way since I discovered that he is the model for the hapless partner in Chris Kraus’s I Love Dick. And the Dick in question is Dick Hebdige, of Subculture: the Meaning of Style fame. Sort of hilarious that this little corner of cultural studies / critical theory got turned into a series for Amazon with real big-name stars in it.
ReplyDeleteWas there ever a Season 2? I feel like it left us hanging in mid-air.
DeleteI once had a sighting of Dick in the wild - well, at a conference here in LA, but long before I lived here. He was supposed to be on same panel of people reading out their papers as me. It was UCLA I think. And he did turn up - but very late, having driven frantically I should imagine, from Cal Arts I believe, which is somewhere way out there and in fact where I currently teach. Dick turned up looking flustered, after me and the other fellow had read and we were in the middle of fielding questions from the audience. Dick blew all that out of the water, doing his lecture there and then - improvised from scraps of paper and a great pile of books with Post It notes stuck to pages with relevant quotes. It was a virtuoso performance of pedagogic improvisation, like a great deejay. Then he shot out again, presumably late for something else, without saying 'hi' to either of us or indeed anyone, or taking questions from the audience. So that was my non-encounter with the great man.