Hiya,
It rained yesterday afternoon, new years day, and just before sunset I
got a young possum delivered to my front door. It was lying in the
gutter and looked like a drowned rat, poor little thing and there were
no stars to look at. I left it outside last night hoping its mother
would take it back, but no such luck. Now it is sleeping in a box in the
back verandah so next door's cat won't get it. Now that the drought
looks like ending we should be in for a nice flood which I will have a
river frontage view of, so I look forward to that. I like floods.
Been reading Maurice Blanchot, again. He's supposed to be an Hegelian,
so I was once told but a strange Hegel if you ask me and more like a
critique of Hegel, including lines of escape from the Dialectic,
judgment and law. And one of the few I have read who actually
understands Nietzsche's Eternal Return as rhythm and hence difference
and not sameness as in Plato's constant Eternity and metre. His essay on
Narrative Voice is fascinating, narrative voice being radically outside
writing yet inside writing. Also, literary writing as image and not
language (as in structuralist linguistics) or put another way, poetry is
outside language in language. Again, the outside that is inside. His
non-formal theory of writing and theory of form are also interesting,
also suggesting an irresponsible morphological production that breaks
with Aristotle to Kant's hylomorphic theories of form. (Form without a
concept and writing without a concept, unlike Derrida's concept of
Writing in _Of Grammatology_.)
Anyway, meant to be writing and not chatting on email lists... have
twenty five thousand odd words due in march!!!
bestwishes
Chris Jones.
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