Words, what are they? One tear will say more than all of them.

Schubert.Or Blanchot: Always returning upon the paths of time, we are neither ahead nor behind: late is early, near is far. Giati zwi einai oi alloi kai zwi einai otan oi alloi s' akoumpan ki otan gyrnoun pros esena kai ta swmata ton anthrwpwn. Cheimwnas.

What happens between two, and between all the "two's" one likes, such as life and death, can only maintain itself with some ghost, can only talk with or about some ghost. So it would be necessary to learn spirits. xviii, 1994

Ay, already the somber oppacities of the gloom are spanished! Brave footsore Haun! Work on your progress! Hold to! Now! Win out, ye divil ye! The silent cock shall crow ata last. The west shall shake the east awake. Walk while ye have the night for morn, lightbreakfastbringer, morroweth whereon every past shall full fost sleep. Amain.





Never disappointed, not for lack of disappointment, but because disappointment's always being insufficient. Maurice Blanchot, The writing of the disaster, p.4, 1995