File spoon-archives/bataille.archive/bataille_2001/bataille.0103, message 2

Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2001 14:55:28 -0800 (PST)
Subject: Re: v.r.s.


so long since i've written, responded to glimmering humming textual wires
on this almost silent list.  you're right, of course:  my last reply was
fairly thoughtless.  Too long between writings, too little content, do not
do excite, light up, these lines, this space... Between the flat sea from
which no subject ever pokes up her/his head, leaving nothing but history's
pounding surf, and the too-constituted cliffs of the subject, too slowly
eroding, is there another (im)possibility?  to be swept along the river,
thrown under but still swimming?  A dirty (or) kind (of) death?  Moment of
for-itself, space of freedom, conscious agent, without being a mere
collaborationists who may but steal crumbs?  Any help on this dilemma, or
is there anyone to help?  help!



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