If my eyes are blindfolded and if my hands are chained to a stick, this stick separates me from things but I can explore them by means of it. It is only the stick which I feel, it is only the wall which I perceive. It is the same with creatures and the faculty of love. Supernatural love touches only creatures and goes only to God. It is only creatures which it loves (what else have we to love?), but it loves them as intermediaries.
This world, in so far as it is completely empty of God, is God himself
Let a girl choose death – Janis Joplin, Simone Weil– and death becomes her definition, the outcome of her “problems.” To be female still means beng trapped within the purely psychological. No matter how dispassionate or large a vision of the world a woman formulates, whenever it includes her own experience and emotion, the telescope’s turned back on her. Because emotion’s just so terrifying the world refuses to believe that it can be pursued as a discipline, as form.
Chris Kraus – I Love Dick
(I’ll stop quoting it when it stops being phenomenal.)
The self is only the shadow which sin and error cast by stopping the light of God, and I take this shadow for a being.
A thought: Love is the distance itself.
Simone Weil: “Let us love this distance, which is thoroughly woven with friendship, since those who do not love each other are not separated.”
To love purely is to consent to distance, it is to adore the distance between ourselves and that which we love.
Chris Kraus
from Aliens & Anorexia
chris kraus
from aliens & anorexia
We must reply to the absence of God, who is Love, by our own absence and love.
Simone Weil remarked that if the cry of victims is Why? the cry of the tormenter is Why not?
Little Bristling Soul 