IN ABSENTIA
For Vincent F. Hendricks
Incantare
I’m waiting for the logician to plug himself into some fake deconstruction on my TV. Instead we get the God talk, a second time around: “perhaps we are not meant to know certain things.” Oh, really? I left my professorship in the Arctic behind for a pink meteorite hitting Grand Canyon. What explosion of yellow light! Not even the aurora borealis can compete – I try to convince myself. If this is a game we play, who is teaching who about the law of absence?
Convocare
Epistemology of citation: there’s nothing new under the sun. “Would a book of knowledge be a sacred book?” asks Jabès, only to answer to himself, “No, because knowledge is human.” The pink meteorite hit a surface creating a splashing sign. V spreads its long legs. Everything is contaminated. Says Frère Jacques: “Of course – as is always the case as soon as there is a law, the law – all deceptions, transgressions, and subversions are possible.”
Excitare
In the church of deconstruction every word that afflicts is made to symbolize something, look like something else – that something else which is always already something else. Women as the high priests demand explanations from men. But men confuse them with Brunhilde, The Valkyrie. But this is good enough. Close enough. Nicholas Royle takes the stand: “Excitation: This term, in so far as it could be described as such (it would be no more a term than “the unnameable,” or “deconstruction”), is pronounced so as to conceal as best as it can the heterophonic pun it nevertheless harbours, like a foreign body. Excitation, that is to say, cannot be read without a logic of ex-citation, of that which dispossesses, ex-propriates, or para-cites every citation. Excitation would have to do, among other things, with an absence of quotation marks. Be alert to these invisible quotation marks, even within a word: excitation.” The V takes her sword and swings it over the black head. Siegfried, or Sigmund, asks: “What do you want from me?” – To deconstruct “nothing.”
Incantare
I’m waiting for the logician to plug himself into some fake deconstruction on my TV. Instead we get the God talk, a second time around: “perhaps we are not meant to know certain things.” Oh, really? I left my professorship in the Arctic behind for a pink meteorite hitting Grand Canyon. What explosion of yellow light! Not even the aurora borealis can compete – I try to convince myself. If this is a game we play, who is teaching who about the law of absence?
Convocare
Epistemology of citation: there’s nothing new under the sun. “Would a book of knowledge be a sacred book?” asks Jabès, only to answer to himself, “No, because knowledge is human.” The pink meteorite hit a surface creating a splashing sign. V spreads its long legs. Everything is contaminated. Says Frère Jacques: “Of course – as is always the case as soon as there is a law, the law – all deceptions, transgressions, and subversions are possible.”
Excitare
In the church of deconstruction every word that afflicts is made to symbolize something, look like something else – that something else which is always already something else. Women as the high priests demand explanations from men. But men confuse them with Brunhilde, The Valkyrie. But this is good enough. Close enough. Nicholas Royle takes the stand: “Excitation: This term, in so far as it could be described as such (it would be no more a term than “the unnameable,” or “deconstruction”), is pronounced so as to conceal as best as it can the heterophonic pun it nevertheless harbours, like a foreign body. Excitation, that is to say, cannot be read without a logic of ex-citation, of that which dispossesses, ex-propriates, or para-cites every citation. Excitation would have to do, among other things, with an absence of quotation marks. Be alert to these invisible quotation marks, even within a word: excitation.” The V takes her sword and swings it over the black head. Siegfried, or Sigmund, asks: “What do you want from me?” – To deconstruct “nothing.”
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Comments
“No, because knowledge is human.”
Jabes, wait and see. You know shit.
One day i'll drop by, and on that day the earth will spin infinitely fast at least for one second.
no infinity, no cry? hmm, you definitely know something.