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Quoted from Slavoj Zizek, Violence, Picador, 2008

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Original text from,
Slavoj Zizek, Violence, Picador, 2008

Quotations,
1. Quoted from Elaine Feinstein, Anna of all the Russians, New York: Knopf, 2005, p.170.
(Re-Quoted from Slavoj Zizek, Violence, Picador, 2008, p.5)
2. Lesley Chamberlain, The Philosophy Steamer, London: Atlantic Books, 2006, pp.23-24.
(Re-Quoted from Slavoj Zizek, Violence, Picador, 2008, p.9)
3. Lesley Chamberlain, The Philosophy Steamer, London: Atlantic Books, 2006, pp.22.
(Re-Quoted from Slavoj Zizek, Violence, Picador, 2008, p.10)
4. M. Night Shyamalan, The Village, film, 2004
(Re-Quoted from Slavoj Zizek, Violence, Picador, 2008, p.24)
5. Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra, New York: Prometheus, 1993, p.4l.
(Re-Quoted from Slavoj Zizek, Violence, Picador, 2008, p.28~29)
6. Quoted from Slavoj Zizek, Violence, Picador, 2008, p.1
7. Quoted in Bradley K. Martin, Under the Loving Care of the Fatherly Leader, New York: Thomas Dunne, 2004, p.85.
(Re-Quoted from Slavoj Zizek, Violence, Picador, 2008, p.83~84)
8. (Quoted from Slavoj Zizek, Violence, Picador, 2008, p.88)
9. Walter Benjamin, "Theses on the Philosophy of History,"
Thesis IX, in Illuminations, New York: Schocken Books, 1968.
(Re-Quoted from Slavoj Zizek, Violence, Picador, 2008, p.179)
2021



Installation view: Candid Arts Trust, London, 2021






TEXT




A Story :




One day the family could hear the sound of riderless horses galloping down neighboring Ivanovskaya Street. Standing behind me was a young woman, with lips blue from the cold, a little poison now and then: that makes for pleasant dreams. Boys and their friends, as they inherited the best of what Russia had to offer, and much poi­son at the end, for a pleasant death. They led gentle lives. Somebody in the crowd identified me. The eponymous village in Pennsylvania is cut off from the rest of the world and surrounded by woods full of dangerous monsters. Now she started out of  the torpor common to us all and asked me in a whisper, 'We have discovered happiness,’ Fi­nally, the penny drops. They have their little pleasures for the day, and their little pleasures for the night, but helped fill the world with talk of literature and music and art, most villagers are content to live by the bargain they made with the creatures. Something like a smile passed fleetingly over what had once been her face.
There is a worker suspected of steal­ing. So he rolled into the midst of the enemy with a hand grenade in his mouth, where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. "Can you describe this?” -say the Last Men, and they blink. Known to the villagers as “Those We Don't Speak Of.” Who had of course never heard me called by name before.  What was wrong with that? Every evening, as he leaves the factory, the wheel­barrow he rolls in front of him is carefully inspected.
An angel shows looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. The guards can find nothing. What had the Losskys and their kind done? They don't enter the forest, the creatures don't enter the town, his mouth is open, and his wings are spread. The wheel­barrow is always empty. The peasant is given a choice by a good witch. His eyes are staring, His face is turned toward the past. Hero Kang Ho-yung was seriously wounded in both arms and both legs in the Kamak Hill Battle. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. And I said, "I can.” What the worker is stealing are the wheelbarrows themselves. The witch will either give him one cow and his neighbour two cows, or she'll take one cow from him and two from his neighbour.  “My arms and legs were broken. But a storm is blowing in from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such a violence that the angel can no longer close them.”, shouting and wiped the enemies out. My retaliatory spirit against you scoundrels became a thousand times stronger. The peasant immediately chooses the second option.
This is how one pictures the angel of history. I will show. This storm is what we call progress. The unbending fighting will of a member of the Workers' Party of Korea and unflinching will firmly pledged to the Party and the Leader! The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward.