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)

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

I smell a lack of an ombituary

4 comments:

Demetris said...

They don't die like they used to do.

alexandra said...

anyone who dies over the age of 99 aint worth writin' about.

Demetris said...

Old age is after all a fitting, homogenizing, well-disciplined and non-traumatic death for any structuralist.
He should have seen it coming.

Baron Cosimo said...

Well, there's already a 40 years old obituary, somewhere in Of Grammatology.

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