Love as unacknowledged lament? Lament as unsuspected love?
Tag: julia kristeva
In women’s writing, language seems to be seen from a foreign land; is it seen from the point of view of an asymbolic, spastic body? Virginia Woolf describes suspended states, subtle sensations, and above all, colors-green, blue-but she does not dissect language as Joyce does. Estranged from language, women are visionaries, dancers who suffer as they speak
Julia Kristeva
Let us not seek to solidify, to turn the otherness of the foreigner into a thing. Let us merely touch it, brush by it, without giving it permanent structure. Simply sketching out its perpetual motion through some of its variegated aspects spread out before our eyes today, even some of its former, changing representations scattered throughout history. Let us also lighten that otherness by constantly coming back to it-but more and more swiftly. Let us escape its hatred, its burden, fleeing them not through leveling and forgetting, but through the harmonious repetition of the differences it implies and spreads.” 34
Instead of sounding himself as to his
“being,” he does so concerning his place:
“Where am I?” instead of “Who am I?”
For that space that engrosses the deject,
the excluded, is never one, nor
homogeneous, nor totalizable, but
essentially divisible, foldable,
catastrophic … A tireless builder, the
deject is in short a stray. He is on a
journey, during the night, the end of
which keeps receding.
