The object of Marx's theory of value was not exploitation or prices, but labor itself. Marx wasn’t searching for a price determinant and finding the answer in labor. Rather, he was trying to figure out why labor takes on the form that it does in capitalism and what consequences follow from this.

i mean its not even esoteric he just has pretty solid conceptual clarity, which is a massive triumph in comparison to the quality of marxist thought going on at the time

like rubin is shockingly good for how early he is www.marxists.org/archive/rubi...

IT IS OUR TASK TO ANALYZE THE LAWS OF SOCIAL EQUALIZATION SLUG

kasey literally nerdsniped me

i was chill!!! i was watching films!! and now i'm downloading isaak illich rubin and dunayevskaya

like bro i'm cumming all over my keyboard rn

THE RELATIONS BETWEEN ABSTRACT LABOR AND VALUE CANNOT BE THOUGHT OF AS RELATIONS BETWEEN PHYSICAL CAUSES AND PHYSICAL EFFECTS. VALUE IS THE MATERIAL EXPRESSION OF SOCIAL LABOR, IN THE SPECIFIC FORM WHICH LABOR POSSESS IN A COMMODITY ECONOMY, I.E. ABSTRACT LABOR

i am literally having a manic episode over abstract labor rn

no its true

Political economy has indeed analysed value and its magnitude, however incompletely, and has uncovered the content concealed within these forms. But it has never once asked the question why this content has assumed that particular form, that is to say,

why labour is expressed in value, and why the measurement of labour by its duration is expressed in the magnitude of the value of the product. - Marx, Capital Vol. 1, 173-174

I'M IN HEAT. I WILL LITERALLY SUCK ANY OF YOU OFF RN. I'M SO FUCKING RAAAAAA

banger

the theoretically sensitized lover constantly works with the reflexive instruments of ambiguity and irony, relativization and distance, the endless play of “as if"

significantly modified quote from Raymond Geuss, "The Actual and Another Modernity: Order and Imagination in Don Quixote" in Politics and the Imagination, pg. 79.

hahaha i knew that's where you were getting it from

i love sound i love sound i love sound

the voice of a lover, the hum of a computer, the crackle of a tape, the murmur of a lecture hall, the rest in a measure. i'm grateful for it all.

i used a friend's alt client that they're keeping somewhat priv, but links themselves are just facets so you could login to pdsls and create a post record manually as a middle ground (yes it's painful but i have done this before)

For we are not chasing after some dream of justice; we are doing what must be done, what cannot be left undone. The old world dug its own grave, and is now falling in. Let’s give it a little shove. - Victor Serge, Conquered City, pg 37

reference to Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, On Old and New Tablets, §20 "O my brothers, am I cruel? But I say: what is falling, we should still push."

you're not missing much tbh

lmfaooo this is peak

lol yea ik, i found my way to the embed and its good

nothing to fix! makes me happi

thank u diza, very cool

hope so :>

im different, checking clearsky every month or so just makes me super happy and is very good for me, i love my friends

weberian ideal types

need

this is awesome btw ty for sharing these, idk how to describe but this is a really lovely window into you that is very special

my alma mater actually has one of the few clusters of people in academia doing contemporary work in youth philosophy, which was fucking infuriating bc they would get included on our syllabi all the time and they fucking sucked

hardly related but i needed to get that out of me

i got whiplash twice bc first sentence was like BASED yes jonas but then i missed the “ starting the second quote so i thought you were advocating guardrails

in any case, BASED yes jonas

yesssss so good

this is what i imagine the doip visitation would look like

top left….

for the first time in quite a while, i felt a degree of control over my tempo. i regained an appreciation for rhythm, even if transient.

in a less obscurantist manner: it was just nice to be able to make choices about my time without as much pressure as i normally experience. it was nice to be motivated enough to do something. i'm not even particularly enthused with the particularities of the day - the books were

mostly mid and i overextended myself at one point. but the crucial thing is i had the discretionary power to course correct, take care of myself, and continue on my path. that relatively unencumbered temporal form deserves appreciation, as it is has become increasingly rare for me.

alternation of flights and perchings :)

today was a pre-kasey post-employment -coded weekend day and it was pretty cool for that

i listened to ~700 pages and a bunch of music and played cozy games. i missed books.

one of the most compelling features of returning to this behavior is the way it affects my body. the mental strain of extended focus manifests fairly viscerally, and i get to engage in (once-familiar) strategies of refreshment. at last, a type of exhaustion worth admiring.

🥺🩷 thanks babe

old willow skeets that never saw the light of day

i appreciate the pity