if you know me, you’ll likely know that I have a lot of… ummm… reservations with the (forgive the pun) currency and fetishism of marxism in academia. nonetheless, while i really do appreciate what marx has to say, i find how he says these things to be very… cute.

For example:

The form of wood, for instance, is altered, by making a table out of it. Yet, for all that, the table continues to be that common, every-day thing, wood. But, so soon as it steps forth as a commodity, it is changed into something transcendent. It not only stands with its feet on the ground, but, in relation to all other commodities, it stands on its head, and evolves out of its wooden brain grotesque ideas, far more wonderful than “table-turning” ever was.

Once i’m done with all this studying, i really want to write a short comedy based on section 4 (“The Fetishism of Commodities and the Secret thereof”) of the “Commodities” chapter of Capital. The main characters would include Robinson Crusoe, the commodity-in-itself, and of course, the above named, extremely effusive wooden table.

awesomest rating: 9.5