File spoon-archives/blanchot.archive/blanchot_1997/97-04-17.142, message 104


Date: Thu, 27 Mar 1997 11:47:27 -0800
From: Socha <347hqx7-AT-cmuvm.csv.cmich.edu>
Subject: Re: MB: "We have lost death"


Lucio Privitello wrote:
> 
> -----                    Lazare veni foras.                  ----
> 
> (cf., p.35 of
>  _The Infinite Conversation_)
> Condottiero,
> Lucio Angelo Privitello

Through the subterfuge of one death or another, "we have lost death,"
and would secretly betray an inkling of a previous self in saying so, in
the name of lost obscurities.  Because our "veritable death," our
trans-it- formation, and *its* resulting artifice, this "means of
living... power of thought... and the beginning life of the mind," has
never given enough, has never really let go of enough of our bearings,
or trashed enough binding truths.  Has it always been too late to start?

What trap is this?  Where untold what-knots dissolve in the "now" that
can never be deliniated, and with it, an enigmatography, not to be
excluded from the heat of my coffee as I attempt to supplement (excrete
and appropriate) Bonnefoy, MB, and LP, as if to ignore pervasive
uncontrollable slippage.  What trap is this, used to "seal and glorify"
"fortuitous" space, unless (vatically?) summoned as skilled
listener/readers, to thrust forward all our flesh as if to pad unsure
bones, for humanity's rebounding step and refusal?

-------- Compost yourself.  Refuse who you are.  ------------

Don(ne) soCha



   

Driftline Main Page

 

Display software: ArchTracker © Malgosia Askanas, 2000-2005