From: "Edward Moore" <monsieurtexteem-AT-hotmail.com> Subject: Re: Je (:) cri(se) dehor [...] et(re) apres? Date: Tue, 11 Aug 1998 08:23:20 PDT What a pleasant sur-pri$e to receive an echoing answer from Ariosto t/here! >Salvation? holy shit Edward, your getting pretty serious. Personally, I >thought we were going to tell jokes and talk about sacred laughter. I am not serious at all ... speaking in & through my inherent 'idiocy', my 'conceptual persona' of raging _soter_ (and here I am thinking of a section in Deleuze and Guattari's _What is Philosophy?_), I am seeking that 'leap of faith', that blind arrogance, perhaps, that allows one to trust purely in a concept as obscurely fleeting as the 'autonomy of thought' (Breton). How can one pin the tail on that particular donkey, when, like a flashlight in a dark room, one only sees what one's own thought illuminates? For thought to be truly autonomous, it must be capable of invading the dark space(s) as well ... right Luke! :-) As for the gnome, and gnomicism ... that little man with the cloak and the wine, who stays at home (I am thinking of an old Pink Floyd song), finds his thought's salvation by living in a hole in the ground (kind of makes me think of Bataille, all dripping roots and solar annulii viewed from the vantage-point of a pre-ordained grave) ... then there is the patronym and the matronym, the ebb and flow of the I, experiencing despair and temporal conquest in rapid linear succession. That unbegotten Father, then, that Gnostic (not gnomic) persona, yields to the idiot who leaps, when the time is right, through fields in the sunlight. Outward ornamentation, then, Baroque hylicity, pre-veils (over) flighty poetry: this is language. A mo(ve)ment before any other -- yet a murmur is always sensed beyond all that presents itself, beyond all presentiment. Salvation may be likened to "the ability to speak on any subject whatsoever" without regard to style, meaning, syntax ... in short, all hylic hindrance (see Breton, _Manifesto of Surrealism_). Sacred laughter is idiocy in earnest, no longer forgetful of its origin in the ineffable ............................................ .................................................................... .................................................................... ~~ Edward ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com
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