Date: Mon, 26 Oct 1998 09:39:36 -0800
From: John LeTourneux <johnl-AT-nmresearch.com>
Subject: MB: note to it


Would it not, in speaking of a trademark of Blanchot, remain fruitful to
place his ellipses and unavowed elisions within a rapport of confirmation
with Heideger--still speaking of style, you do the math--even before the
reconstruction of a different sort of community, more contemporary perhaps?
	"Ecrire en ce sens....passe par l'avenement du communisme, reconnu 	comme
l'affirmation ultime...."
I'm thinking of the obliteration of Lacoue-Labarthe, both the gesture made
in his essay and the operations effected on his name (and that of Schlegel)
in ED--the singularizing property of M<B's memory reducing August to his
brother (Brudermord of Kafka) and recalling Typographie as precious
reflections
	"Il se pourrait qu'ecrire exige l'abandon de tous ces principes, soit la
fin et 	aussi l'inachevement de tout ce qui garantit notre culture, non pas
pour 	revenir idylliquement en arriere....mais pour aller....jusqu'a la
limite, afin de 	tenter de rompre le cercle."

The list has seems oriented to the "theoretical" texts (the ones Derrida
believed to have read once) and in the absence of a "treatment" of his
fictions, they have become treated once again.  Applied Blanchot 101?
	I fear although no philosopher, or one who might have reason and use most
of all to fear, that Artaud is at stake here, that he is being burned or
crucified as he had it, or again that his interpretes have not been heeded
either.
	Valiant efforts to begin without having, the only way to fly but another
Joyce?  Nordine? 
	The litter is everywhere and exquisitely.  But the phrasing of EI, just to
open it, of the attraction here: "une facon anonyme, distraite, differee et
dispersee d'etre en rapport par laquelle tout est mis en cause...ecriture
qu'on pourrait dire hors discours, hors langage..."--another way of putting
oneself in traction, with broken legs, to hobble in permanence, the
persistance of a concept of writing as remaining,
	or would there still be another way of affirming Blanchot's text without
using his ineluctable conceptual gridwork?  As long as there are poets they
will have sought this very relation to the text, but this only after and
alongside Mr. H. (Heidegger for Halloween), from whom we cannot escape, as
long as we remain within the rapport (determined by laws of propriety) and
as long as a text's borders can still be determined--arbitrarily or in
absentia.