In the House of the Hangman 1034

The abject is not an ob-ject facing me, which I name or imagine. Nor is it an ob-jest, an otherness ceaselessly fleeing in a systematic quest of desire. What is abject is not my correlative, which, providing me with someone or something else as support, would allow me to be more or less detached and autonomous. The abject has only one quality of the object—that of being opposed to I. If the object, however, through its opposition, settles me within the fragile texture of a desire for meaning, which, as a matter of fact, makes me ceaselessly and infinitely homologous to it, what is abject, on the contrary, the jettisoned object, is radically excluded and draws me toward the place where meaning collapses. What am I, what are the limits of me, how do I know other people, how do I know culture, how do I know history, how else could I conceivably know people and culture and history: do you think, honestly, that these questions are luxuries? Who knew? The trapezius muscles are actually shaped like trapezoids. Why write, if not in the name of an impossible speech? What lies beneath my copy of eternity, where significance “bleeds into an unconstrainable chain”? Just when you were ready to shuffle the thinly-sliced carrots into the broth, you realized your omission, and granting a leave of stay to the taproot, you make your way mindlessly to the basement for potatoes. The beaded cord should be right about … here, but tugging on it past the catch does nothing, and the textured silence that lingers is broken once more by a click from behind and above you. It takes some time for the realization to dawn, but when it does, you rapidly churn through the varying dimensions of grief before acquiescing in the face of the mighty will of sound architecture. QUESTION: I’m enormously fanful of what you’re doing here. Just curious: why not ‘pataphysical with [‘]? Answer: Thank you, and I don’t know. “It is dark & I go / It is dark & I don’t go / I go & I don’t go.”

[Note: Sources: Julia Kristeva, Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection (tr. Leon S Roudiez); Bookbat, “I’m a giant online convulsion today”, at The Bookbat, 29 Jul 012 (cancelled post); JBR; Michel de Certeau, and Lissa Wolsak, as quoted in Wolsak’s “An Heuristic Prolusion”, as seen at wood s lot, 29 Jul 012; Jordan Peacock, “Does Superintelligence Imply non-being?”, at hwcd, 23 Jul 012; ???, and Anne Boyer, at Anne Boyer, 20 Jul 012 (cancelled post); Jerome Rothenberg, “A Dream Narrative”, as quoted in Aaron McCollough, preface to Rothenberg’s A Cruel Nirvana, as quoted in “Aaron McCollough: A Preface to Jerome Rothenberg’s ‘A Cruel Nirvana’”, at Poems and Poetics, 18 Jul 012 (cancelled post)]

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