>> I entirely agree that scientific theories don't predict what will happen
>> in science; they predict what will happen in whatever is the subject of
>> the science. Now, if literary theories were the same sort of thing as
>> scientific theories, we would expect them a) to be about something, and
>> b) to be able to predict what would happen in the future to whatever
>> they were about.
one keeps following the same line not because one wishes to remain faithful
to its context but because one hopes not to get lost. One dreams of
imposing the dictation of one's thoughts to others without the strict
control of the mind: to experiment, to provoke, to investigate: reality and
its depravations (deprivations).
If one looks deep into one's soul one sees this empty landscape of blue
where 2 houses are supposed to be, but aren't, 2 would be houses, white and
identical, traced by dotted lines designing squares on somebody else’s
territory, before the sea: house of nothingness, where imagination dwells.
One then figures all the objects into that X –unknown, non-existent house,
while, the geometric shapes of the future – one’s raw materials - gather
into one's brain. Finally, a woman aged 60 takes you by hand closer and
closer to that dream and says: we will stay over night here. the guests are
very amiable, our room-view is splendid.
It is also for this reason that I cannot approach her projections on the
mere level of my differentiated strengths. No intention given, but lots of
poetical considerations will be built to the orders of the unconsciousness.
I start believing in silence.
erminia
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