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“Deconstruction is not an analysis, because the analytical fallout is not simpler and more fundamental than what is analyzed; deconstruction is an unpacking of meanings that, rather, problematize. Deconstruction is not a critique because its aim is not therapeutic: […] one criticizes to correct, to restore, to make whole and healthy. And this is not what deconstruction does.”

— Samuel R. Delany, “Neither the First Word nor the Last on Deconstruction…”

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the dead body of the sand monster

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“True learning must not be content with ideas, which are, in fact, signs, but must discover things in their individual truth.”

— Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose

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"I was asked if I, as I got older, somehow lost that ambition. Where was that child that swore the kill kings and be gentle. I have a husband, children, I don't return to my political writing, I don't write letters to those brave fighters. As I confess this, I feel how heavy it is. I lost. I fell for it. I'm happy being a mediocre house wife. What's a worse fate then that?"

Hydie Gutwald, Death of all nations (1965)

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“The notion of an edifying philosopher is a paradox. For Plato defined the philosopher by opposition to the poet. The philosopher could give reasons, argue for his views, justify himself. So argumentative systematic philosophers say of Nietzsche and Heidegger that, whatever else they may be, they are not philosophers. […] The problem for an edifying philosopher is that qua philosopher he is in the business of offering arguments, whereas he would like simply to offer another set of terms, without saying that these terms are the new-found accurate representations of essences (e.g., of the essence of “philosophy” itself). […] This is an awkward, but not impossible, position. Wittgenstein and Heidegger manage it fairly well. One reason they manage it as well as they do is that they do not think that when we say something we must necessarily be expressing a view about a subject. We might just be saying something — participating in a conversation rather than contributing to an inquiry.”

— Richard Rorty, Philosophy and the Mirror of Nature

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“Art is not religion, “it doesn’t even lead to religion.” But in the time of distress which is ours, the time when the gods are missing, the time of absence and exile, art is justified, for it is the intimacy of this distress: the effort to make manifest, through the image, the error of the imaginary, and eventually the ungraspable, forgotten truth which hides behind the error.”

— Maurice Blanchot, The Space of Literature

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“Hope is a new garment, stiff and starched and lustrous, but it has never been tried on, and therefore one does not know how becoming it will be or how it will fit. Recollection is a discarded garment that does not fit, however beautiful it is, for one has outgrown it.”

— Søren Kierkegaard, Repetition

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“All human beings are somewhat ludicrous and grotesque simply because they are human; and in this respect too, artists probably are doubly human.”

— Friedrich Schlegel, Ideas

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“Hardly any man is clever enough to know all the evil he does.”

— François de La Rochefoucauld, Moral Reflections

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It's a great pity that we live in the age where it's exceptional to say "You are enough as you are." Not just because it's true, but because in my heart of hearts I cannot agree. I need to repay the affection poured into me, I need to be exceptional.

Lidija Riječić, 'Smrt bjelog konja na Mjesecu', 1954

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You think I’ve forgotten. I am incapable of forgetting. I am incapable of any other use... any other use but to be yours. You are wide spikes in me. I am no good for harvest now. I am junkwood, good only for burning, and even then... even then, only for you. - Peregrine

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Endless and instant, what a horrible thing these moments.

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Alot of writing tries to make the experience understandable. What if we didn't what if we wrote what it was, could a person who experienced it recognize the particular brand of incoherent without it being stated

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Do you know me? I think that you don't think I can do it hence you don't act like I am among the ones who wept the fact to you. I hear what you are thinking. And it makes doing it contradictory. If I do you'll know me and talk as if you did before I did it. You'll raise cups in my memory and say all the things I should have heard. But I won't and it bothers me that you didn't think I could, everyone can and I act on that. Why am the exception.

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Sea swallow me; my rosary

Break into pearls; let breakers hurl

Them unto the rocks; between the docks

Shining silver stars; opalescent glint

Like the look in my father's eyes when he saw the gold.

Sea swallow me; let the deep

Take me down; let him keep

His empty hands, grasping; unable

To choose between gold and girl

Before both left him hollow.

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"Modern protection when used as intended protects criminals from victims, and playfully enables them."

Nenad Juštura, 'Kada djeca plaću' (2001)

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War and hate on planet Venus

Suck my blood and kill my penus

Summon forth thy motor spirit

Drink the fuckin' gas and killeth