It is sweeter to wander with the wretched and outcasts than to sit crowned with roses at the banquets of the rich
Elisee Reclus

Friday, January 26, 2007


He does not think of himself as difficult work
He does not think of himself as difficult
He does not think of himself
He does not think
He does not
He does

‘We are only looking to fill a void, we cannot bear the pain: the affirmation of this void. Who could agree to receive its insignificance – an insignificance so enormous that we do not have a memory capable of containing it and such that we ourselves must already slip into oblivion in order to sustain it – this time of slippage, the very enigma this insignificance represents? Everything we say tends to veil this one affirmation: that everything must fade and that we can remain loyal only so long as we watch over this fading movement to which something in us that rejects all memory already belongs’.

Friendship - Maurice Blanchot


slack philosopher said...

Then are you not the ruinist? We are all difficult, mainly to ourselves... the drift of memory/ lack only reinscribes this into whatever self we're occupied by at that moment. Inescapable. Slow. Drifting.

RUINIST said...

lack philosopher?

helps you work out what you do have though, eh?