Guilt // Esposito (Part 3)

On learning to forget.   The accidental, that which happens, strikes the origin and pulls the origin outside itself. It grabs hold of the origin and then loses it. This is how history, society, and technology are born. Time: death. Time is death: the origin of every evil insofar as it superimposed, superseded, and is… Continue reading Guilt // Esposito (Part 3)

Fear // Esposito (Part 2)

On making death certain. Indeed, what does it mean that we are “mortals” if not that we are subjects above all to fear? Because the fear that traverses us or rather constitutes us is essentially the fear of death; fear of no longer being what we are: alive.              Roberto Esposito, Communitas: The Origin and… Continue reading Fear // Esposito (Part 2)

Nothing in Common // Esposito (Part 1)

On the love that preserves or destroys. The community isn’t a mode of being, much less a “making” of the individual subject. It isn’t the subject’s expansion or multiplication but its exposure to what interrupts the closing and turns it inside out: a dizziness, a syncope, a spasm in the continuity of the subject. Roberto… Continue reading Nothing in Common // Esposito (Part 1)

There’s a Golem in My Garden // Cynthia Ozick

On creating the heavens and the earth. Golem-making is dangerous; like all major creation it endangers the life of the creator… The danger is not that the golem, become autonomous, will develop overwhelming powers; it lies in the tension which the creative process arouses in the creator himself.              Gershom Scholem, “The Idea of the… Continue reading There’s a Golem in My Garden // Cynthia Ozick

And All Shall Be Well // T.S. Eliot

On beginning. So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.             T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding,” Four Quartets (1942)  The end is where we start from.              T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding,” Four Quartets… Continue reading And All Shall Be Well // T.S. Eliot

Apocryphal Fire // H.D.

On time and regeneration.   There will be no unique name, even if it were the name of Being. And we must think this without nostalgia, that is, outside of the myth of a purely maternal or paternal language, a lost native country of thought. On the contrary, we must affirm this, in the sense… Continue reading Apocryphal Fire // H.D.

Creature-Feeling // Beach House

On some varieties of religious experience. Are you all being friendly to your neighbor? Are strangers meeting strangers? I mean, that’s point isn’t it? ...I don’t know what the point is…but, yeah…             Victoria Legrand, between songs at the Beach House concert And then it’s dark again A new development Wishing that it meant Something… Continue reading Creature-Feeling // Beach House