helene cixous – Little Bristling Soul

Cixous’ Bed: Ink and Blood.

A true solitude is not unbearable since it allows for otherness.

Hélène Cixous, Readings: The Poetics of Blanchot, Joyce, Kafka, Kleist, Lispector, and Tsvetayeva
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Helene Cixous, Preface to Stream of Life (Read here)

Writing is precisely working (in) the in-between, inspecting the process of the same and of the other…not fixed in sequences of struggle and expulsion…but infinitely dynamized by an incessent process of exchange from one subject to another… a multiple and inexhaustible course with millions of encounters and transformations of the same into the other and into the in-between, from which woman takes her forms (and man, in his turn)

Helene Cixous, The Laugh of the Medusa

Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing by Hélène Cixous

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Helene Cixous, Love of the Wolf

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Hélène cixous, the laugh of the medusa

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I am the finite that wants its infinite. Love infinites me.

Hélène Cixous, from “What is it o’clock?” Stigmata: Escaping Texts
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Hélène Cixous, Poetry in painting: writings on contemporary arts and aesthetics

Hélène Cixous, from Poetry in painting: writings on contemporary arts and aesthetics

But there should be no misunderstanding: men and women are caught up in a network of millennial cultural determinations of a complexity that is practically unanalyzable: we can no more talk about ‘woman’ than about ‘man’ without getting caught up in an ideological theatre

Helene Cixous