The Address
The letter was simply addressed: l’Étranger, Rue Perdu, Nevers. It contained an account of the war and of life before war. […]
Category: writing
Day Two
Of the days on which I may have received an email or a phone call informing me that someone somewhere […]
I’ll Tumble for You
I’ve been microblogging on Tumblr for the past few months as l’immoraliste. Usually my posts are nothing more than links […]
The Ruination and Salvation of Life/Writing, Part III
Maurice Blanchot’s own biography—the writing of his life—attests to the experience of life as, through, and by way of writing. […]
The Ruination and Salvation of Life/Writing, Part II
Because writing, for Blanchot, exposes all of us (authors, readers, translators, interpreters) to the impersonal anonymity of (and in) language, […]
The Ruination and Salvation of Life/Writing, Part I
The myth of the origin of written language as told by Socrates in the Phaedrus: Theuth declares that written language, […]
The Writer
♦ The writer, his biography: he died; lived and died. The writer writes to live on. Writing to live on, […]
In vino veritas
In a year of Thursdays, today remains the greatest Thursday of all. Today is not only World Philosophy Day but also […]
Diēs caniculārēs
In these dog days of July, I feel the heat dissipating every ounce of strength my body once contained. My […]
Bullet-Point Friday: Spring Writing Projects
The online academic journal borderlands out of Australia will publish my review essay of Lisa Guenther’s The Gift of the […]
