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
'Home' as the affliction of (primal) memory...
"Oblivion is the container from which the inexhaustible intermediate world in Kafka’s stories presses toward the light." –Walter Benjamin
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Something I wrote for @SHUfear2000 a couple of years back on The Fall. Hoping to rework it and develop it in the light of @TheFallinFives excellent book 'You Must Get Them All: The Fall on Record' #TheFall#TheMightyFall
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"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
"...which is made of the reverse of sound, and before her spread forth wondrous falls, dreamless sleep, the fading away which buries the dead in a life of dream... "
–Thomas The Obscure, M. Blanchot
"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..."
I read Proust and turn to the Bhagavad Gita, which offers me three states of being: dark inertia, passion, lucidity. What Proust does is to lead me from dark inertia through passion to his lucidity, which I can only barely share.
After a year of volatility in the crypto markets, Skyers considers the community-building potential for artists working on the blockchain
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