🚨 NEW: Rishi Sunak on Labour overturning two massive Tory majorities
“We have work to do, but it shows that there isn’t a huge amount of enthusiasm for the alternative in Keir Starmer and the Labour Party. And that’s because they don’t have a plan.”
The central joke in Kafka’s work is that “[t]he horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from that horrific struggle. That our endless and impossible journey toward home is in fact our home.”
—David Foster Wallace
"People only need me when they're down and gone to seed [...]
It's appreciation half won.
And they hate their allegiance to hip preacher one."
–Hip Priest
#FallFriday#TheFall
"She passed through strange dead cities where, rather than petrified shapes, mummified circumstances, she found a necropolis of movements, silences, voids; she hurled herself against the extraordinary sonority of nothingness..."
Scratches… after Leiris… a disappearance… and a love like shrapnel lodged in flesh…
Blanchot’s ‘The Writing of the Disaster’ meets Ballard’s ‘The Atrocity Exhibition’ …
In the time of ice, push deeper into Ice.
"Yet I suddenly felt an indescribable affinity with him, a sort of blood-contact, generating confusion, so that I began to wonder if there were... two of us..."
–Anna Kavan
At art school, Kiefer was my route to Paul Celan...
While trying to decipher those weird word scratches on gigantic monuments to eternity, I stumbled into Death Fugue...
"your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamit"
"Celan does not merely contemplate nothingness, he has experienced it, lived through it." –Anselm Kiefer
"Tall poplars – human beings of this earth!
Black ponds of happiness – you mirror them to death!
I saw you, sister, stand in that effulgence."
–Paul Celan, from Landscape
The cat section in Thomas The Obscure possibly as good an illustration of Blanchot’s application/interpretation of ‘Kafkaesque’ as you’ll read in such a tight space... death, death’s absence, erasure, forgetting, transformation...
What would we think of the philosophical giants of the past if they had social media accounts? Can you imagine Kant and Hume going at it on twitter. Or the outrageous things Nietzsche would be posting. On the whole, we would probably think less of them. Something to consider.
RIP Mr Keith Levene. Devastating news. One of the most creative people I ever knew. He was like an ideas machine that never turned off, and supreme musician as he was, it wasn't just about music. An artist in the truest sense. Sending love to Kate, and sister Jill.