Or could it be that the echo of the language flows across the space of the absence to the ghost of the disembodied matter of it's own arse?
Bob ________________________________ Curt Cloninger <c...@lab404.com> wrote Fri, 11 December, 2009 23:19:45 Bakhtin might disagree -- matter flows into language and language flows into matter (whatever matter and language may be). The echo of a touch: http://lab404.com/misc/calling_over_time.mp3 http://www.lab404.com/ior/hand.gif Curt >And then, perhaps, it's evident that, given semantic substance, all >languages are networks across ethers, across absence - all languages are >ghosts calling ghosts. > >Thanks, Alan > > >On Fri, 11 Dec 2009, Curt Cloninger wrote: > >> Thanks Alan, >> >> I like the poetry that this is. It works as language across a network >> of ether, ghost calling ghost. A disembodied myth of disembodied >> discourse. In real life/space/time I doubt the event would have been >> as poetic. In real life/space/time I would have rather asked Bakhtin >> an embodied utterance. We would have tasted the banality of the >> moment like the fallen angel Peter Falk burning his freshly incarnate >> tongue on the material semiotically known as coffee, now affectively >> known as "ah! this!" in Wenders "Wings of Desire." >> >> Loving Hand Turns Burning Sand to Water, >> Curt >> >> >> >>> "I want to ask Jacques Derrida a question." >>> >>> >>> I want to ask Jacques Derrida a question. >>> >>> It is question about death, not in particular his death. >>> >>> But a question concerned with the aporia of death, not necessarily his >>> own. >>> >>> Such a question, which would have been possible several years ago, is no >>> longer possible. >>> >>> We are thrown back on the words of Jacques Derrida. >>> >>> We are immured there. >>> >>> It would have been simple: Jacques, here is what I want to know. >>> >>> Do you have a minute of your time. >>> >>> The body of Jacques Derrida still exists. >>> >>> His body, phoric, carries the aporia. >>> >>> The aporia is not his own, nor can he speak and return an unraveling. >>> >>> Today, words are never set in stone, and questions go unanswered. >>> >>> Today, questions disappear, and their occasion disappears. >>> >>> The occasion of a question: a gap, as in a detective story. >>> >>> As if the question were sutured by an answered, when in fact it is sutured >>> by any reply at all. >>> >>> An answer responds to a question; a reply responds to the occasion of a >>> question. >>> >>> I remember Jacques Derrida, and would have tapped him on the shoulder, >>> saying, excuse me, but ... >>> >>> There is an image I have of this tapping: the softness of his jacket, the >>> slight giving away of the flesh beneath, and he turns towards me. >>> >>> When I move my hands, everything is empty. >>> >>> Jacques Derrida is a remnant of matter. >>> >>> ... "If death" ... "names the very irreplaceability of absolute >>> singularity (no one can die in my place or in the place of the other), >>> then all the _examples_ in the world can precisely illustrate this >>> singularity. Everyone's death, the death of all those who can say 'my >>> death,' is irreplaceable." ... (Derrida, Aporias) >>> >>> When I move my hands: when my hands are moved for me, are only moved for >>> me: mise en scene, a scenario or occurrence, chora. >>> >>> I do not collapse time, Jacques, in order to speak to you: I speak to >>> you. >>> >>> I do not collapse space, in order to speak: I touch you lightly on your >>> shoulder, I wait until you turn around, your glance moves in my direction, >>> momentarily you are caught up in my gaze, you hesitate whether or not to >>> return your own, your reply to my question, you return such, as if such is >>> returned, an exchange of gifts or misrecognition. >>> >>> Of the good, there is the edge of a knife, and the fall which surrounds >>> it; of the spoken, there is a comprehension, empathetic alignment, then >>> nothing. >>> >>> Of the spoken, the knife edge separates the question I give to Jacques as >>> a gift, an awakening, and the reply which shatters after a particular >>> time, calculable, unattainable. >>> >>> Of the question: all questions are a permanence: It is impossible to > >> answer a question. >>> >>> Jacques turns; I look at his shoes. Thinking of Van Gogh, of Heidegger, >>> of Jacques Derrida, I take several photographs. They are remnants, indices >>> with lost referents; they are abject. I am silent; I say nothing to him, >>> to Van Gogh, to Heidegger. Repeatedly I raise the camera; eye-level, I aim >>> downward, towards an incalculable earth. The images, lost, are digital; >>> they never were. Between one pixel and another, a hole, precisely the >>> width of death. >>> >>> _______________________________________________ >>> NetBehaviour mailing list >>> NetBehaviour@netbehaviour.org >>> http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour >> >> _______________________________________________ >> NetBehaviour mailing list >> NetBehaviour@netbehaviour.org >> http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour >> >> > > >== >email archive: http://sondheim.rupamsunyata.org/ >webpage http://www.alansondheim.org sondheimat gmail.com, panix.com >== >_______________________________________________ >NetBehaviour mailing list >NetBehaviour@netbehaviour.org >http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@netbehaviour.org http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
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