I'll watch that later, I'm reading now.
This is the most awesome read I've had in years. It's like you keep thinking all the time, wtf why is he saying the same thing over and over again? (This makes it far easier to understand though...) and then you go like OMG WTF HOW COULD I NOT SEE THIS >_<?! AWESOME ;_;!
This book is like an oversized LSD blotter.
It's also an orgasm of dialectics. Usually when I see dialectical thinking I'm like "wow, that was dialectics >.<!" because it's something exceptional in bourgeois discourse. I can't even do that here because I wouldn't be able to stop screaming because IT'S IN EVERY FÜCKING SENTENCE. And he does dialectics without any effort at all. I've never seen anybody do syntheses, abstractions and concretions so easily and humorously as Marx. It's like he's not even paying attention to the awesomeness of his own thought. It's like he's masturbating with dialectics.
"By the way, the language of commodities also has many other more or less correct dialects (besides Hebrew)."
like WTF ;_;! This is easily the best joke I've heard in months! Even though it's anti-Semitic and 150 years old ;_;!
Also it feels like I'm reading it for the first time. Although I'm not really learning anything new or substantial here (yet), the way it's presented is frighteningly good. This is one of these books where you start trembling on the inside out of respect for the genius that you're being confronted with.
But I'm noticing that when I read it 3 years ago I didn't understand shit even though I thought I did. So yeah, a couple years of practice with Marxist thought (and dialectics) seem to be necessary. I wouldn't even know how to explain the book's content to a non-Marxist because this is really a central part of our very own, exclusive, mindset. A Buddhist or Hegelian would probably understand, though.