I give myself up to language
By muli koppel
“I give myself up to language, anon, in a gift economy”, ecko4inc
Erasure Heads, part#2
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Language, a reversed panopticon. In the heart of the desert one stands circled with guardian Words. Their gaze. All it needs to see them is to take one step outside yourself; the whole path lasts no longer than one step.
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May 6, 2007 at 11:58 am |
[...] I give myself up to language, ecko for inc, methods and black squares. [...]
May 6, 2007 at 12:57 pm |
I wish I could control the erased meaning. Control – not in the sense of power but in the sense of a librarian. Un pli, a fold that I can share down to the smallest leaf.
June 10, 2007 at 2:12 pm |
Interpretations are not objective. Cut out the I, whisper anon. A becoming-mouse.
The ends of man lies in the margins, a footnote on the work.
The author is not dead. The machine is dead. Why risk the life of the feline? Build a body without organs.
June 10, 2007 at 3:56 pm |
Yes, the margins are where the action takes place, for it’s where we, humans, hang out.
But if you comment already on this one – do you reckon, Ecko, that this sentence of yours (or this sentence you revived, borrowed, modified – whatever; this sentence of yours in this specific context of a marginal correspondence) is revelatory?
February 16, 2009 at 12:15 am |
[...] the ground. Still we repeat, we all take up that impossible task in a modern ars moriendi: how to give oneself up to language, to paint a picture of one’s innermost and invisible intentions and desires in words (gifts [...]
March 1, 2010 at 5:03 am |
You gave yourself up, yet you still have a name.