III – We have all had a taste for the West’s disease: Art, Love, Religion, War – We know too much about them all to believe in them now; then too, so many centuries have worn them down… The epoch of the finite in plenitude is past; the substance of poems? Exhausted. — To…
Our last evening at a Holiday Inn. The straight lines, white surfaces and turquoise of Holiday Inn decor palate have become familiar. We laughed yesterday after checking into our room here at Lexington Kentucky. The bathroom was adequately spacious, the white sink countertop and the backlit big mirror similar to the other four or…
A society of consumption and leisure is characterized by a particular temporality. Surplus time, which is the result of a massive increase in productivity, is filled with events and experiences that are fleeting and short-lived. As nothing binds time in a lasting fashion, the impression is created that time is passing very quickly, or…
Truth…consists of relationships between events. Truth occurs when things communicate with each other on the basis of a similarity or some other form of closeness between them, when they turn towards each other and enter into a relationships with each other, even befriend each other. Only relationships based upon similarity, friendship or affinity make…
Everyone has ideas, even more than they need. What matters is the poetic singularity of analysis. Only the spirituality of language can justify writing. Not a miserable objectivity of ideas. There will never be a solution to the contradiction of ideas, except inside language itself, in the energy and fortune (happiness) of language. —…
“Where has God gone?” he cried.“I shall tell you.We have killed him – you and I.We are his murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea?Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon?What did we do when we unchained the earth from its…
Gods are nothingbut eternal bearers of meaning.They make the world meaningful and significant, make sense.They will tell us about the way things and events are related to each other,And these narrated connections create sense.Out of nothing, narration makes world.Full of gods means full of meaning, full of narration.The world becomes readable, like a picture.…everything…
Sunday morning is gray. There is a damp heaviness in the air. It is supposed to rain. Today if we do not receive a good rain, will some of the trees in my neighborhood, trees in my yard die? The drought has been prolonged, for most of the summer. Fall, a season of falling…
Today I purchased a vehicle. The Suzuki SX4 that has faithfully served me and afforded enjoyable driving has reach its end of service. After fourteen years and 170,000 miles, I offer my respect to the designers, engineers, and manufacturing workers at Suzuki Kabushiki-Kaisha, Hamamatsu, Japan. The product speaks eloquently for the company. Yesterday upon…
If I can struggle against a fit of depression,in the name of what vitality can I oppose an obsessionwhich belongs to me, which precedes me? In good health, I take the path I prefer;“sick,” it is no longer I who decide: it is my disease.For the obsessed, no choice:their obsession has already opted for…
