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Between techniques of knowledge and strategies of power, there is no exteriority, even if they have specific roles and are linked together on the basis of their difference. -Foucault +++ Writing: Exteriority. -Blanchot +++

‘Literate

+++What lover has he not outloved? What sage has he not outseen? -EMERSON from The Poet, or, Shakespeare +++ …This pursued through volumes would perhaps take us no further than this, that with a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration… -KEATS from the letters +++ “Obliterate the reader.”“Obliterate yourself before the reader.” -BLANCHOT  from Literature and the Right to Death  +++

He’s all that

+++ “The trouble is that the writer is not only several people in one, but each stage of himself denies all the others, demands everything for itself alone and does not tolerate any conciliation or compromise. The writer must respond to several absolute and absolutely different commands at once, and his morality is made up of the confrontation and opposition of implacably hostile rules.  One rule says to him: “You will not write, you will remain nothingness, you will keep silent, you will not know words.” The other rule says: “Know nothing but words.” “Write to say nothing.” “Write to…

King Lear and the Very Bad Hair Day

OR King Leir and the Very Bad Heir Day The thing about King Lear for me is its bigness. Lear has big hair. Eighties big, teased out—And a crown of weeds, even! I feel little next to Lear. My hair cannot compete. It cannot. A.C. Bradley, probably the most influential 20th century critic of Shakespearian tragedy, agrees. He has written that to understand King Lear is to understand that we must “renounce the world, hate it, and lose it gladly. The only real thing in it is the soul, with its courage, patience, devotion. And nothing outward can touch that.”…

New whip

+++ All things shall live in us and we shall live In all things that surround us. -WORDSWORTH, “The Ruined Cottage.” +++ Writing: Exteriority. -BLANCHOT +++ You thought you would forget about me…Fuck you think I am? I am. I am. I know that you like it, Daddy. I know that you hate it when you see me rolling up in my new whip… Tell me baby, who’s the boss of this?