theory – Page 19 – Little Bristling Soul

enormous documentation

Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse

joanna frueh, erotic faculties

The psychic who said, “‘Love conquers all’ is no laughing matter. You give your students unconditional love.”

I use the word love to designate certain phenomena, the fluent and stuttering connections of invisible relations among people, Tvs, waters, angels, animals, antibodies, radios, deities, plants, and bodhisattvas. Love is the ultimate phenomenon, the spinal cord and spiral dance of magic, physics, spirituality, mathematics, and psychology. Love is the heart of the seemingly dismembered body of reality, for love incorporates all positions.

Love is the common ground. There nothing is a law unto itself. There human flesh is indiscrete, not boundary, barrier, or object. There a listener hears the words threshold , indeterminacy , fluctuation , multiplicity , contingency , and in-betweenness , liminal , fluidity , permeability , and vulnerable as sounds whose movement holds together sky, earth, and water in their particular configuration; joins people in sex, romance, and familial and national ties; enfolds the conscious and unconscious functions of the mind; links human and computer minds in cyberspace; keeps your blood from spilling out of your pores; creates inescapable fields of gravity light-years away; and rotates the earth on its axis.

Love makes the world go round.

—Joanna Freuh, Erotic Faculties

I saw a stick and it looked like a lizard. I saw a lizard and it looked like a leaf. I heard a rattler sound like a cricket. I saw a snake and it was a snake.

Things are not what they seem, for nothing is singly itself. Do not call this phenomenon the synthesis of dialectics. Call it love. Lovers know Fuck Theory.

—Joanna Frueh

My face grows flowers of pink and red. My mouth vomits flowers and sucks them in. I am the fucking fuschia arousing rose at the center of your heart. There no mind misconstrues pink as a maudlin color or mistakes rosiness for foolish optimism. A rose is not embarrassed by its color or its beauty.

The rose is rowdy. Flowering voices know Fuck Theory, the pink that was the rose of China Sharon Jericho. This pink is love. In the pink first meant in love, the highest state of health.

—Joanna Freuh, Erotic Faculties

Flowery language has so many petals that scholars have been unable to count them all. Flowery language—generative language—is the language of love, a new logos, which is reason—the ability to think—unbound from rigor, which is not exactness but rigidity.

–from Erotic Faculties by Joanna Frueh

The US-Mexican border es una herida abierta (is an open wound) where the Third World grates against the first and bleeds. And before a scab forms it haemorrhages again, the lifeblood of two worlds merging to form a third country – a border culture.

Gloria Anzaldua

Narratives that originate at border crossings cannot be bound by
national borders, languages, and literary and critical traditions. Born of crisis and change, suffering alternately from amnesia and too much
remembering, and precariously positioned at the interstices of different spaces, histories, and languages, they seek to name and configure cultural and literary production in their own terms and to enter novel forms of inter /transcultural dialogue

Azade Seyhan, Writing Outside the Nation (Princeton NJ & Oxford: Princeton UP, 2001).

Lyotard, Heidegger and “the jews”, 48.

“The invisible,” Costello writes, “is not a vague presence or a ghostly absence, but a quality formed by our desire for absolutes, which in turn gives contour to the finite world we see and recall”

The anorexic uses starvation and the domination of bodily desires in her search for control, identity and competence, and uses the resulting thinness as the sign that her control is effective.

hilda bruch

michel foucault