87 Readings | 0 Ratings

Ø



My life began, begins in the book.


Take Derrida’s Clang (Glas) for example.


What does a dialogue, set down as counterbalance to anOther of like and kind, do—what does it be-come?


A ≠ A


So, when I sit down at the breakfast table, I have entered into a world of consumptive trouble and possible cannibalisation—there are other bodies there (animal & person), eyes out for devouring, hands grasping in a soft sunlight : the antique cinematographic technique of naturalism & error, visible grains on the apparent surface. 


A ≠ A


And I do believe I am less than anyone else. 


But… that only ever increases my interest in a blind desirability.



Also, no one yet knows how to read Clang, Derrida, or this “novel”— the last is least of all relevance. 



Posted 03/18/21
Comments (0)