L’ecrit vain.
A choice between two things that already exist is no choice at all. – Disdain for the (otherwise harmless) passivity of ‘record review’ etc. The listener saying: ‘Do it right!’ – in other words: ‘Do me right! Give me that thrill I crave!’ – And yet (there’s often an and yet), the work of comparison is itself highly intellectual, as much as sensuous – a true ars erotica mentis.
‘Carburettor’. For words are like clothes pegs.
A choice between two things that already exist is no choice at all. – Disdain for the (otherwise harmless) passivity of ‘record review’ etc. The listener saying: ‘Do it right!’ – in other words: ‘Do me right! Give me that thrill I crave!’ – And yet (there’s often an and yet), the work of comparison is itself highly intellectual, as much as sensuous – a true ars erotica mentis.
‘Carburettor’. For words are like clothes pegs.
Love of the asperity of the Talmud. – Its irreverence. – The voices from nowhere. – Of course, this is the view of an outsider. Tant mieux.
Barthes, Derrida… this weird intimacy. A lure? (Un leurre?) As if, in spite of their theories, it was a relation between subject and subject that was being developed: as if one were being encouraged (or forced) to be a subject. – Too late; no doubt.
‘And this call is in regards to your computer.’
The echoes – muffled, as if in a dream – of Wagner in Debussy’s Pelléas. ‘Je dormirai comme un enfant’ sings Golaud: ah, if only! For that is the dream.
