File spoon-archives/baudrillard.archive/baudrillard_1995/baudrillard.07-95, message 45


Date: Sat, 29 Jul 95 10:40:14 EDT
Subject: Re: the wager of seduction


> I find myself, probably necessarily (which is to say in a certain sense,
> fatally), always somewhere between the personal moment - where one speaks
> about Baudrillard, his texts, their uses - and another, more seduced
> moment - where one, which is not Jean Baudrillard, but at which he
> gestures, speaks me. There are moments too, where "i" am not - but they
> are harder to bring to this place, except perhaps in our collective
> silences, and in the resistances that making reading one another so
> difficult...

But is this not always so, with everything, to a certain extent?  
I walk in the street with a friend, we converse, she falls silent in
mid-sentence -- seduced by a sight?  a thought?  a smell?  -- a
momentary disappearance, always somewhat irrecoverable, but also
recoverable.  I am reading Rushdie's _Midnight's Children_, and 
Deleuze's _Cinema_, and Hindu myths, and Gypsy folktales, and Moliere;
each causes my disappearance, each speaks me, but I can also speak _about_ 
them, exploit them for my purposes, seduce them into my own devious
schemes.

-malgosia 

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