“We live more quickly than ourselves, the pen doesn’t follow. “The instant is a drama without a stage.” Drops us like a dead person, apathetic tongue, dry eyes. Error makes us sense the absence of taste. And, that’s it! Its taste is strong and fine and rich in memories of pleasure.” Finally I fall for the word ‘essay.’ Before even trying I sense a pretaste… I taste. It makes us burst out laughing, trembling. How do I recognize error? It is obvious, like truth. “I advance error by error, with erring steps, by the force of error. “I want the forest before the book, the abundance of leaves before the pages, I love the creation as much as the created no, more.” Clandestine semantics.” # Essay | Without End no State of Drawingness no, rather: The Executioner’s Taking off I read the essays in English, yet the wordplay (worldplay) in their original language – French – is part of Cixous’ writing magic. The former demands for a review of its own, sharing some passages ( pas sages – Cixous) from Stigmata. Also, just as captivated by some essays by Hélène Cixous, collected in her book titled Stigmata. Immersed in and enchanted by John Cage’s mushroom book, was reading little else. + a biographical film on her life filled with charming people, lucky chances and destructive addictions + a Guardian article on Sagan’s life and work #cinema #literature #interview | The Paris Review interview with Françoise Sagan #literature #review #biography | Russian Metamorphoses, Rachel Polonsky on the early 20th-century Russian literary star Teffi, via The New York Review of Books #literature #review | Lost, at Sea, at Odds, Sigrid Nunez reviewing Jhumpa Lahiri’s novel Whereabouts, via the New York Review of Books The point of the myth is that ‘men at once become fascinated by any extension of themselves in any material other than themselves.’ Stare too long at the objectivized self and you will become the dead matter you behold.” It is not love that causes the youth to stare at his image, but profound alienation. “Marshall McLuhan once pointed out that the myth of Narcissus is frequently misinterpreted.
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The self is a bourgeois construct, a grammatical mistake, a software program designed to model potential actions and assess their survival payoffs.” If we are able to know ourselves, who is doing the knowing? And what is it, exactly, that is known? Schopenhauer called this predicament Weltknoten, the “world knot,” a paradox that many modern philosophers have solved by eliminating, wholesale, the interior view. Plotinus was the first to point out that self-knowledge entails a weird self-doubling. For millennia, philosophers have argued otherwise. “Everyone believes they are the foremost authority on their own soul. “On the contrary, it is more than likely that the ‘who,’ which appears so clearly and unmistakably to others, remains hidden from the person himself, like the daimon in Greek religion which accompanies each man throughout his life, always looking over his shoulder from behind and thus visible only to those he encounters.'” “‘Our identity “is implicit in everything we say and do,” writes Hannah Arendt in The Human Condition, but we cannot see it ourselves. #literature #essay | Know Thyselfby Meghan O’Gieblyn via The Paris ReviewĪn essay on how we perceive ourselves and search to know our true identity. William Eggleston, Untitled, (Glass on Plane)
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