Mark it here, that which will not be arrested by a mark. Let it speak itself here, that which will not bring itself to speech, and has no ‘itself’, unless this indicates a wandering without cease, the darkness on the other side of the mirror. ‘Itself’ – infinite detour. Passage into passage, without a promised land.
Unless the wandering is itself promise, and the incessant is a kind of freedom into which writing would set itself. To reach writing’s desire, not your own. Or to let your desire catch fire with the desire of writing, cold flame that does not burn. Are you alive?
Blind Oedipus is led by Antigone, looking for a place to die. But now imagine that place withholds itself, and that they wander without cease, this blind man and his daughter. How is it that what appeared as fate allows itself to become freedom?
What are you trying to finish, to bring to term? Or is blogging, for you, to accompany the whole of your life, as though it were already beyond it, or before, or that it ran along another track, parallel to what you accomplish in the course of time?
Nothing finishes itself here. Strange mirror that recalls you to the interval that sometimes opens, as fatigue, as indifference, such that your time is unfolded and exposed. Mirror in which it is only the weary one who sees himself, without knowing what he sees, and lacking even that capacity: the gift of sight.
Isn’t it it that his vision coagulates in that space between what he tries to reach by sight and sight itself? Itself: but now vision passes by way of a detour, it sees what it cannot see, it sets itself as though in the earth and opens to a sky without stars.
Nothing will finish here. Nothing begins. What is it you want to achieve? What do you desire? I want the interval to be lost in me. I desire time to turn me over to eternity. ‘I’: but this word, now, is cited by another speech. ‘I’ echoing in vain, having never discovered itself. The laughter of streaming words: you are no one. Laughter of what writes in my place: no one writes here.
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