Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Sunday, April 24, 2016
Thursday, March 10, 2016
Bartleby
The thing that fascinates me about Bartleby as deconstructed in Deleuze's "The Formula" is that in his impotence, his silence, his passivity, and his reticence he sparks the world to want to destroy or change him. It is not that he is unknowing - he knows what the attorney asks of - but all the more it is his knowing that spark a confounded rage. It is as if evil exists in the world, and what it seeks is characters like Bartleby, who feign weakness, because their strength is virtual, abstract. They may own nothing, but it is their possession of the knowledge (which is neither an affirmation nor a negation) of the futility of their counterparts that makes them despised. They could take action supposedly, but they "prefer not to". And why is that? "Do I dare to eat a peach?" says Prufrock. Do they lack the organizational skills to mount an effort, or do they feel doomed to failure, or are they addicted to feeding the ego depressed nihilistic thoughts, or are they simply catatonic due to a head trauma? Perhaps they feel to disturb the universe is immoral. Evil seeks out Bartleby, just as it seeks out Gregor Samsa, just as it seeks out Prufrock. Like a sugar ant drawn by the minutest vibrational scent of a cookie crumb from across the room, evil senses an amplitude that lies within Bartleby. It is not that the attorney is evil per se, but desire is his formula, where Bartleby's is a cloak of indiscernability, a poorly evolved protective mechanism that must be the result of some recessive gene. It is no wonder that he hides under his desk, wouldn't you if you knew what he did?
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Split the duchies / Have you seeing doubles like Noah
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Ginger is a Tuber
He lives, then, on ginger-nuts, thought I; never eats a dinner, properly speaking; he must be a vegetarian then; but no; he never eats even vegetables, he eats nothing but ginger-nuts. My mind then ran on in reveries concerning the probable effects upon the human constitution of living entirely on ginger-nuts. Ginger-nuts are so called because they contain ginger as one of their peculiar constituents, and the final flavoring one. Now what was ginger? A hot, spicy thing. Was Bartleby hot and spicy? Not at all. Ginger, then, had no effect upon Bartleby. Probably he preferred it should have none.
-Herman Melville, "Bartleby, the Scrivener"
-Herman Melville, "Bartleby, the Scrivener"
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Friday, November 13, 2015
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Derrida's Tribute to Deleuze
http://www.usc.edu/dept/comp-lit/tympanum/1/derrida.html
"The historian of philosophy who proceeded with a sort of configurational election of his own genealogy,..."
Deleuze on Marxism: "What interests us the most is the analysis of capitalism as an immanent system that constantly pushes back its proper limits, and that always finds them again on a larger scale, because the limit is Capital itself."
"The historian of philosophy who proceeded with a sort of configurational election of his own genealogy,..."
Deleuze on Marxism: "What interests us the most is the analysis of capitalism as an immanent system that constantly pushes back its proper limits, and that always finds them again on a larger scale, because the limit is Capital itself."
Sunday, November 1, 2015
Sunday, October 25, 2015
Thursday, October 22, 2015
A Heap See
Check out the enfolded dimension at 0:33:
"That day...everything was possible...Future became present...that is, no more time, a glimpse of eternity." - Michelet
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Monday, August 24, 2015
Sunday, August 9, 2015
We looked at each other, for a long strange moment that I’ve never forgotten, actually, like two animals meeting at twilight, during which some clear, personable spark seemed to fly up through his eyes and I saw the creature he really was – and he, I believe, saw me. For an instant we were wired together and humming, like two engines on the same circuit.
- Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
- Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
Thursday, July 9, 2015
Sunday, June 21, 2015
"They're two, they're four, they're six, they're eight,"
From: http://www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/thomas_the_tank_engine/thomas_and_his_friends_tv_theme_song-lyrics-526221.html
From: http://www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/thomas_the_tank_engine/thomas_and_his_friends_tv_theme_song-lyrics-526221.html
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Monday, February 9, 2015
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Friday, December 5, 2014
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Steeple
"Even in Paris, in one of the ugliest parts of the town, I know a window from which one can see across a first, a second, and even a third layer of jumbled roofs, street beyond street, a violet bell, sometimes ruddy, sometimes too, in the finest 'prints' which the atmosphere makes of it, of an ashy solution of black; which is, in fact, nothing else than the dome of Saint-Augustin, and which imparts to this view of Paris the character of some of the Piranesi views of Rome."
"It was always to the steeple that one must return, always it which dominated everything else, summing up the houses with an unexpected pinnacle, raised before me like the Finger of God, Whose Body might have been concealed below among the crowd of human bodies without fear of my confounding It, for that reason, with them." - From Swann's Way, Marcel Proust
"It was always to the steeple that one must return, always it which dominated everything else, summing up the houses with an unexpected pinnacle, raised before me like the Finger of God, Whose Body might have been concealed below among the crowd of human bodies without fear of my confounding It, for that reason, with them." - From Swann's Way, Marcel Proust
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Bacall
"It was quite a terrifying experience for me," Bacall told Fresh Air's Terry Gross in 1994. "I was this kid and I was scared to death of all these pros around me. ... My head would shake and my hands would shake, and I discovered if I kept my head down and looked up, my head would not shake, so I started to do that when I could, when it was appropriate in a scene."
http://www.npr.org/2014/08/15/340632455/in-acting-and-in-life-lauren-bacall-loved-the-idea-of-adventure
http://www.npr.org/2014/08/15/340632455/in-acting-and-in-life-lauren-bacall-loved-the-idea-of-adventure
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Friday, June 6, 2014
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
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Thursday, October 24, 2013
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Monday, July 1, 2013
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Monday, June 17, 2013
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Monday, June 10, 2013
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
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Thursday, May 9, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Friday, March 29, 2013
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
“It’s entirely conceivable that life’s splendor surrounds us all, and always in it’s complete fullness, accessible but veiled, beneath the surface, invisible, far away. But there it lies —not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If we call it by the right word, by the right name, then it comes. This is the essence of magic, which doesn’t create but calls.”
- Franz Kafka
- Franz Kafka
Monday, March 18, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
You mean Jared? You know I had an eerily similar thought not that long ago. The last commercial where they honor him for like 10 years of weight loss he looks like a marrionette (sp) whose only purpose is having lost weight. (NB -- what is the moment where he was larger than he once was but smaller than he will become).
> what's up man? i think the new pioneers should do a story on jerry the subway guy. his weight loss story has been so commodified that every time he appears in ads now it seems like his personhood has been stripped away. like he is spot the budweiser dog now.
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Wednesday, February 6, 2013
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