I realize it's something of an imposition to dramatically start a new blog and then fall silent once everyone is here. However, the last week or so has been absolutely wretched, in ways that didn't lend themselves to even decent ranting.
I am, however, feeling slightly less wretched today, so perhaps I'll get around to throwing myself a blogwarming party this weekend that I will be spending with Tennyson.
About Me
- the other woman
- "She did not know if she did it on purpose, but she lived as a fatality the necessity of destining her pleasure to the absent one, who moreover was not always the same, the other of the other always possibly being an other. This is naturally, and here I have to quote her, a 'surplus' of always available pleasure, and a 'fatal deprivation.' After a silence: the day that I love someone, man or woman, I am certain, or I believe that it will stop, in any event this is how I will recognize love. I have loved a lot, however, without ever abandoning myself to those I loved, presently I mean. And up to the present. Another silence (I had already asked for the bill) and without anything provocative or vulgar, with a kind of confidence which I still like to think of: I have the feeling that with you [vous] it would be different." (Derrida, Envois)
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