Dawn breaks very hard here.

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To revert to oneself is not to establish oneself at home, even if stripped of all one's acquisitions. It is to be like a stranger, hunted down even in one's home, contested in one's own identity and one's very poverty, which, like a skin still enclosing the self, would set it up in an inwardness, already settled on itself, already a substance. It ( Read more... )

Immemorial, unrepresentable, invisible, the past that bypasses the present, the pluperfect past, falls into a past that is a gratuitous lapse. It can not be recuperated by reminiscence not because of its remoteness, but because of its incommensurability with the present. The present is essence that begins and ends, beginning and ending assembled in ( Read more... )

Will a putting between parentheses suffice - a type of writing, of committing oneself with the world, which sticks like ink to the hands that push it off? One should have to go all the way to the nihilism of Nietzsche's poetic writing, reversing irreversible time in vortices, to the laughter which refuses language.

Otherwise Than Being, Emmanuel

Ezeulu moved his head up and down many times. "It is a story of great sorrow, but we cannot set fire to the world."

Arrow of God, Chinua Achebe.

Vera was alone walking through the forest. In the bushes she caught sight of a rabbit stooping by a large stone and reading from an old book ( Read more... )

And from this evidence at the end of a long tunnel of night, Negritude appears to be rooted in an épistèmè that defines the African as other, fixing him or her in a binary relation (of conflict or of marriage, what does it matter?), of same and other, of subject and object. That this order of things is a heritage of Western thought, hundreds of ( Read more... )