Deleuzian Desubjectification
I often think about who I am. What I mean is that the I remains still impenetrable & ungraspable to […]
I often think about who I am. What I mean is that the I remains still impenetrable & ungraspable to […]
When Salvador Dalí was asked about Fred Halstead’s fisting classic L.A. Plays Itself showing at MoMA, he is said to […]
WritingThe irony is that in the year that I’ve written the most, I’ve blogged the least. You would think that […]
I’ve been slowly weening myself from the hope of a proper academic career over the past several months. Academia barely […]
Twenty-one years ago he was traveling by train from Warsaw to Szczecin with his friends in the Corps. It was late and […]
In touching others, he touches himself. In touch, he becomes the object of his own touch insofar as the surface […]
In these dog days of July, I feel the heat dissipating every ounce of strength my body once contained. My […]
Erinnerung Und du wartest, erwartest das Eine, das dein Leben unendlich vermehrt; das Mächtige, Ungemeine, das Erwachen der Steine, Tiefen, […]
Nietzsche writes in Ecce Homo that it is something like a sickness to sit down at the beginning of the […]