A kind of a "dangerous supplement", marked, scarred on a body, post-orgasmically, always, already in anticipation of (a) crisis OR for a desert avec 'agape'. Mindb(l)ogg(l)ing Noise. "Avalanche, would you share my last pursuit?" (Baudelaire)

Friday, January 02, 2004

Mid-day rushes

(From Suzan Sontag's 'tongue in cheek' 1964 text, titled Against Interpretation, with which, as she states in 1966, she is, already, in disagreement "with a portion of what I wrote" - A! jai na eishen Internet tote, na ekamnes edit ta pramata sou kathe mera eno einai dimosia. Yet, the last 4 lines, the last 2 sentences, do still , seem to be illuminated by those flashes, of, and at, the "moment of danger". And, yet, yes, they do call for an 'interpretation'. Especially, the last one. Awaiting, then, I offer these 'rushes', offals from Sontag's text, from Sontag's mouth, inscribed (t)here.)

"....The function of criticism should be to show how it is what it is, even that it is what it is, rather than to show what it means."

"In place of a hermeneutics we need an erotics of art."

[Ma opos kathe kalos after-hours 'trogon', to sikotaki, i patsia, akoma kai ekeini i tapeini afkolemoni, i mia hortosoupa-vodino(!), mia tsipoura, hreiazete, 'trava to', ligo lemonaki; etsi:
Oxinon: "In place of a hermeneutics or an erotics of art, can we have an erotic hermeneutics - which is not to say, we would like to, 'oh please mister', a hermeneutics of an erotic nature, or even (ha!) an eroticised [after 'Sexed Up'] hermeneutics?"]

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