Even at the most poultry level, liminality has purpose. Why *did* the
chicken cross the road? Hey, I'm serious here. You're in danger of getting
my full rant if somebody better than me at the tropes of contemporary
poetics doesn't hold forth by free-BTinternet time on Tuesday.
Well, you all know where the delete icon lives.
Leona
> From: cris cheek <[log in to unmask]>
> Reply-To: cris cheek <[log in to unmask]>
> Date: Sun, 8 Oct 2000 20:33:03 +0100
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: question
>
> Hi,
>
> . . .
>
> If liminality has no 'purpose' (cunning) then that which creates it
> has none either. You can't believe that?? That 'experience' (as Peter
> calls it) is created, it is made. It is deliberately encouraged /
> generated as Trevor puts it. It is 'written'. It is as Elizabeth
> quotes Genette a threshold 'to be crossed'
>
> love and love
> cris
>
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