But With What Kinds of Words?

June 23, 2014 § Leave a comment

Maurice Blanchot, The Unavowable Community

Wittgenstein’s all too famous and all too often repeated precept, “Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent” — given that by enunciating it he has not been able to impose silence on himself — does indicate that in the final analysis one has to talk in order to remain silent. But with what kinds of words? [See Kojève.]

Un Autre possible du même livre

June 23, 2014 § Leave a comment

Elisabeth Philippe, “L’Eternel retour,” Les Inrockuptibles 963 (14-20 May 2014): 86

Sans doute Duras comprend-elle d’autant mieux cette constante réappropriation de son oeuvre qu’elle-même n’a jamais cessé de la retravailler, multipliant les versions d’un même texte, expérimentant chaque fois “un autre possible du même livre” (Ecrire), au point d’être accusée de s’autopasticher.

Letting Words Fail

June 19, 2014 § Leave a comment

Alison Entrekin, “Clarice Lispector’s ‘New World of Feeling,'” Music & Literature 4 (2014)

If anything, one senses in places that language is an insufficient medium, so to speak, and that she would rather let words or grammar fall short of what she wants to say than try to house what she has to say within the limitations of language. Or, as the character Joana hints in Near to the Wild Heart, “The moment I try to speak not only do I fail to express what I feel but what I feel slowly becomes what I say.”

The Land of the Is-Itself

June 17, 2014 § Leave a comment

Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

Beyond thought there are no words: it is itself. My painting has no words: it is beyond thought. In this land of the is-itself I am pure crystalline ecstasy. It is itself. I am myself. You are yourself.

Whatever is Lurking Beyond Thought

June 16, 2014 § Leave a comment

Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

I am after whatever is lurking beyond thought.

Reach Into Silence

June 8, 2014 § Leave a comment

TS Eliot, “Burnt Norton,” The Four Quartets

Words, after speech, reach / Into the silence [via].

To Withdraw Myself

June 7, 2014 § Leave a comment

Lord Byron, Letters and Journals

To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all [via].

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