Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2001 17:27:48 -0500
Subject: What's Philosophy for?  #2


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They claim to give an account of it, but in fact it bruises itself, slots
itself exactly into the spaces, recorded there rather than in the words that
serve only to blot it out. Another way of putting it:  the space between the
words contains more reality than does the time it takes to read them.
Perhaps it's the same as the time, dense and real, enclosed between the
characters in Hebrew.
When I said the Blacks were the characters on the white page of
America, that was too easy an image:the truth really lies where I can never
quite know it, in a love between two Americans of different colour.  So did
I fail to understand the Palestinian revolution? Yes, completely. I think I
realized that when Leila advised me to go to the West Bank. I refused,
because the occupied territories were only a play acted out second by second
by occupied and occupier. The reality lay in involvement, fertile in hate
and love, in people's daily lives,
in silence, like translucency, punctuated by words and phrases.

Prisoner of Love
Jean Genet


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