Category: desire
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I often think about who I am. What I mean is that the I remains still impenetrable & ungraspable to that which would comprehend something, including very much that which… more ›
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When Salvador Dalí was asked about Fred Halstead’s fisting classic L.A. Plays Itself showing at MoMA, he is said to have exclaimed, “New information for me.” If, like Dalí, fisting… more ›
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WritingThe irony is that in the year that I’ve written the most, I’ve blogged the least. You would think that writing is writing, and that one kind of writing would… more ›
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I’ve been slowly weening myself from the hope of a proper academic career over the past several months. Academia barely exists today, and due to what may still perhaps be… more ›
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Twenty-one years ago he was traveling by train from Warsaw to Szczecin with his friends in the Corps. It was late and after a bottle or two of Żubrówka. He wanted to doze,… more ›
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In touching others, he touches himself. In touch, he becomes the object of his own touch insofar as the surface of others touches back, insofar as he receives in return… more ›
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In these dog days of July, I feel the heat dissipating every ounce of strength my body once contained. My mind has grown stagnant. And for the past six months,… more ›
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Erinnerung Und du wartest, erwartest das Eine, das dein Leben unendlich vermehrt; das Mächtige, Ungemeine, das Erwachen der Steine, Tiefen, dir zugekehrt. Es dämmern im Bücherständer die Bände in Gold… more ›
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Nietzsche writes in Ecce Homo that it is something like a sickness to sit down at the beginning of the day to read instead of taking a brisk walk first.… more ›