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“For Kafka, everything is more unclear because he seeks to fuse the work’s demand with the demand which would pertain to salvation. If writing condemns him to solitude, if it makes of his existence a bachelor’s existence without love and without attachments, and if nonetheless writing appears to him as the only activity which could justify him, this is because solitude threatens both within him and outside.”

"There is a vantage point where [the sculptures of Giacometti] are no longer subject to the fluctuations of appearance or to the movement of perspective. One sees them absolutely: no longer reduced, but withdrawn from reduction, irreducible, and, in space, masters of space through their power to substitute for space the unmalleable, lifeless profundity of the imaginary. This point ... to write is to find this point."

“‘I’m fed up with philosophies that get me nowhere.’”

“…though I was in my study, looking at my grounds, sitting in my chair, listening to my birds, next to my books, illuminated by my sun, none of it was enough to cure me of my longing for that other chair, which was not mine.”

“…vice is quite often the manure for virtue. None of which prevents virtue from being a fragrant, healthy flower.”

"A figment of imagination promoted to the rank of fact."

“This is precisely what makes us lords of the earth, the power to restore the past…”

Dad brought me a Portuguese copy of the Meditations from Brazil. This gives me a decent justification for reading the Meditations and I would like to do it soon

“Will he have ejaculated into the galaxy?”

“Where are we?”

“Blank, as always, between two antherections, an interior margin between two supplementary columns that seem detached one from the other.”

"If it destroys everything including its letter and its body, how can the burn-all keep a trace of itself and start a history in which it preserves itself by losing itself?"

"What am I doing here? Let's say that I am working at the origin of literature by miming it."

“…to suspend the bell in the middle of the two towers […] I write myself on that. On the headstock, between the two.”

“No common measure at the very moment when you think you are engaging/disengaging, manipulating, orchestrating, raising or lowering the musical liquid by playing the pedals. The columns play with you, threatening to collapse one upon the other and leave you no way out.

No clang without some machinery being interposed.

That isn’t handled like a quill.”

"the work asks the author to surpass the poor person in himself, one not up to the task…yes"

Lets take it again from the top

“I have introduced myself as third party, between [Genet's] mother and him. I have given him up. I’ve made blood speak.”

“I am looking for the right metaphor for the enterprise I am pursuing here. I’d like to describe my gesture, the posture of my body behind this machine” ("this machine" being, I'm guessing, the portable Olivetti typewriter he wrote much of the Genet column of Clang on).

“Eventually, to behold is to become beholden to.”

Two more quotes. Append these to my most recent update on Clang:

"This was he of whom I spake, He that cometh after me is preferred before me: he was before me. . . . The world is turned inside out like a glove. It happens that I am the glove, and that I finally realize that on Judgement day it will be with my own voice that God will call me."

"The truth (of marriage) is shame."

"I forget, in a way, everything ... I read. Except for this or that sentence, or phrase, seemingly secondary, one whose seeming little importance does not in any case justify this sort of resonance, this obsessive echoing that keeps itself, detached, so long after the increasingly rapid engulfing of all the rest."

"I'm exposing myself there, I lean that way a lot."

"Untrained attention ... gives me less access to my own human experience."

“And yet there is stone. What does there is mean once we subtract what there is from the it is, from this is, from the ostension of any presence? Speaking of the process of [Ereignis], Heidegger liberates the es gibt in es gibt Sein, from the all-powerful precession of being. Let us wager that the value of the gift … will have pre-occupied everything.”

“Viewing the present from the future…”

"...it was necessary to extract from within the elaborated text the instrument of reading or of writing, the style with which to treat it; with which to write, that is to say fold the metalanguage."

"The detached remains stuck thereby, by the glue of differance, by the a. The a of gl agglutinates the different detachings. The scaffold of A is gluey."