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)
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Gia ton Glafko
The impossible strangulation. I paradohi tou 'eftyhws'. I akyrwsi tou enos fovou gia harin tou allou, pou zei pio ligo. Sto fantasiako o syntiritismos tou 2 paradeigmatizotan (kai) apo tin parousia tous. Onierwxi tou oikiakou. To telos den erhete me tin Allagi ma me tin aswmati kai aommati anapnoi opws ekeini diaperna tin almyra twn parathalassiwn dakrywn. Opws ekeini xerenei tis mnimes tou nerou, toso oso hreiazete o idiwtikos lygmos gia na ginei antiliptos apo osous parakolothoun, anexartitws apostasews. Katw apo ta nenomismena o psythiros tou mellontos prospathei na topothetisei hronika to prwto 1977 tou 21ou aiwna.
Na akoueis Krina. Nick Cave. Joni Davis. Aki Panou.
Na sou siwnonetai sta daktyla i zivania, gia na men apoktisei to penthos gefstiki ypostasi.
Addendum: "I am Glafkos Klerides, to you I am an unknown quantity of an unknown quality but I am going to marry your daughter for the following reasons: a. My in-laws will be 6000 miles away. b. She does not speak a word of my language and I can say what ever I like, and c. I love her."
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12 comments:
he will just have to deal with death, and its anonymity.
Rikle: 'It's not our death, but one that takes us in the end / only because we have not ripened our own'
Blanchot: Patience.
xa!?
when did we become the obituary blog?
Ah!
We are not the obituary blog.
We are the old-fashioned blog. And thus the one in proximity to the present as the void of annulation which consumates the instant in something more or less than an instant.
Note: we do not just post death notices avec c.v.
Of course, one can hold Derrida responsible for all these dying.
soooooo 'PRECISE' demetri...
e re alexandra, imaste llio nekrofilikoi, en nomizeis?
Whatever we inherit from the fortunate
We have taken from the defeated
What they had to leave us—a symbol:
A symbol perfected in death.
@demetris: metra posi epethanan (panw sto ombion) meta tes 8/10/2004: susan sontag, superman, vlassis bonatsos, baudrillard et al.
I am at the National Library. 2 minutes ago i was reading the work of mouring by Derrida and (feeling that my heart could not take anymore without caving in) i decide to have a break at the pc section. This is narrative magic (hi Jorge), fuck randomness.
May the world become for G.K. a little less livable, a little less painfull.
Oulo to edimbourgo esynahtike damesa da sior.
@mariampas: national? thought was the only one who defied instructions - not for recreational use - and checked ombion at the national. not that is any recreational, of course.
Etsi.
Allos pou kratiki vivliothiki? Akouw...
egw pou eimai sto EKATE metrw? En eshiei vivlia alla en tziai touto national kati tis (po touton to touto) Cyprus Chamber of Arts tziai eshiei polli skoni. Thelw kainous gia Geri, Latsia, gipedo tou Olympiakou. Over. G.K.[ a cultural history on the post 1974 Cypriot tear]. G.K. patience pou lalei tziai o Blanchot, pou lalei tziai o xristos. "I lover her", to death, pou lalei tziai o Toufic, and people thought I killed her in order to love her. And what then? That is all? Is that all? And what is left after all? Afterall
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