From: gvcarter-AT-purdue.edu
Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2003 04:49:17 -0500
Subject: Re: How it is



Steve,

Perhaps it's Waiting for Dogot after all.  I'm thinking here of that Great 
Dane, Kierkegaard, who perhaps got mingled w/ earlier discussions regarding 
Levinas, but who is different all the same. 

But as C says right after the line you've quoted:  "Why choose?"

geof 


Quoting "steve.devos" <steve.devos-AT-krokodile.co.uk>:

> I  read this and wondered if anyone else thought it was odd to read an 
> email from SA which says "...if I can be Irish and then French I could 
> just as well be Danish or a dog..." I am wondering at the narrow range 
> of "proper names" and whether it is just me that thinks that the 
> narrowness is not reflexive of our unreconstructed eurocentrism ?
> 
> ah dear, waiting for the non-human... (felt sorry for the maligning of 
> the running dog though...)
> 
> steve
> 
> carole lindholm wrote:
> 
> >All,
> >
> >(Please excuse the length of this post in advance.)
> >
> >Feeling (rotten word, feeling) so close to old Sam Beckett
> >these days. Close the way Miss Muffet is close to the
> >spider. Having come at last to see why the redutio ad
> >absurdam, the people scarcely people, all of them stopped,
> >stymied, paralysed, plunged into blackness and silence,
> >they cannot move they cannot talk they cannot see, they are
> >pure minds struggling to discover the first words and
> >especially a reason to pronounce them, there is no world no
> >reality no country, all signifiers are indifferent but
> >equal, nothing matters, no mater, even dolorosa, we are
> >back in the womb or else already in the tomb - no matter,
> >take my word for it, you take a word, you turn it into
> >another word, the meaning moves, you stay the same, Hamm,
> >Cham, Duchamp, what's in a name, a rose, how do you get
> >from here to there, it's neither here nor there, neither
> >ego nor alter, nothing alters, almost nothing, if only
> >nothing, it's such a freak accident, why born here rather
> >than there, borne from here to there, carried, plunked, and
> >wherever you look people rush about blathering and
> >dithering, spouting words that spark off this or that, love
> >and anger and the whole gamut, dammit, oh thrill, oh
> >thrall, oh thrull, veering off into nonsense, so wouldn't
> >it be better just to shut them up into boxes, coffins,
> >vases, mud, sand, stuff their mouths full of sand, make
> >them cease talking, make the word-machine cease grinding
> >out its senseless sense, if I can be Irish and then French
> >I could just as well be Danish or a dog, why choose, how
> >choose, it's all the same to me, it all comes down to the
> >same thing, every choice is a downfall and the words are
> >fed up with running around in circles, building up
> >characters, weaving plots, barf, it's exhausting to go on
> >striving for resemblance, verisimilitude, they come from
> >such-and-such a country belong to this or that milieu, are
> >men, or women, and then, and also, children, who gives a
> >shit, and because they had this done to them they reacted
> >like that, you must sympathize, empathize, poor guys, put
> >yourself in their place, no such thing as light color
> >movement music, all the nuance harmony and dissonance they
> >claim to find so moving, nope, no go, nothing but a brain
> >that can't bloody well can it, wound up like a bloody
> >mechanical toy and compelled to go on ranting and raving
> >until death doth ensue because there you are, chucked
> >headfirst into time, language, the verbal slop-pale and
> >forced to swim volens nolens, go on crawling endlessly
> >through words, phrases, paragraphs and all the rest of it.
> >
> >(Thanks, I feel a lot better now.)
> >
> >Carole Lindholm
> >Durban, South Africa
> > 
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> >
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