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Derrida, Kirby Dick / Amy Ziering (2002)
(... ) These are small, miscellaneous details, quite suited, in fact, to one who was violently ravaged by literature; the worst of all perturbations after his having spent many long, slow, studious hours on benches or in libraries, now master of a style that was perhaps premature but sure of itself, intense and exciting, spurring him to tackle unprecedented subjects—in search of “new sensations,” he insisted, “not known,” and he flattered himself that they could be found in the bazaar of illusions vulgarly known as big cities; in which the demon adolescent did discover, one evening, a grandiose vision, prolonged by drunkenness alone.
Stéphane Mallarmé, 'Arthur Rimbaud', Divagations
What constitutes the alienation of labor?
Firstly, the fact that labor is external to the worker -- i.e., does not belong to his essential being; that he, therefore, does not confirm himself in his work, but denies himself, feels miserable and not happy, does not develop free mental and physical energy, but mortifies his flesh and ruins his mind. Hence, the worker feels himself only when he is not working; when he is working, he does not feel himself. He is at home when he is not working, and not at home when he is working. His labor is, therefore, not voluntary but forced, it is forced labor. It is, therefore, not the satisfaction of a need but a mere means to satisfy needs outside itself. Its alien character is clearly demonstrated by the fact that as soon as no physical or other compulsion exists, it is shunned like the plague. External labor, labor in which man alienates himself, is a labor of self-sacrifice, of mortification. Finally, the external character of labor for the worker is demonstrated by the fact that it belongs not to him but to another, and that in it he belongs not to himself but to another. Just as in religion the spontaneous activity of the human imagination, the human brain, and the human heart, detaches itself from the individual and reappears as the alien activity of a god or of a devil, so the activity of the worker is not his own spontaneous activity. It belongs to another, it is a loss of his self.
Karl Marx, 'Estranged Labor', First Manuscript (1844)
Who to rent myself out to? What beast should I adore? What sacred image is being attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lie must I maintain? — What blood shall I trample?
Arthur Rimbaud, from A Season in Hell: “Bad Blood” trans. Mark Polizzotti
Is þes middangeard missenlicum
Wonder is this world, without compare
But he is stiffening his beard with sea salt
He is lighting red candles in the old kirk
He is making himself crooked.
— Bardskull, Martin Shaw (2023).
Clarice Lispector, from The Passion According to G.H
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My muse is ringed in black, and my lyre plays funeral dirges. A black veil covers my emotions.
RENZO NOVATORE — The Collected Writings of Renzo Novatore, transl. by Wolfi Landstreicher, (2012)
“I [asked] for a proof of God. And I smelled the most intense and overwhelming fragrance of roses.”
— Clarice Lispector
Modernity frequently interprets ancient religion through a framework of primitivism. Gods, spirits, idols, and ritual practices are treated
For I am I: ergo, the truth of myself; my own sphinx, conflict, chaos, vortex—asymmetric to all rhythms, oblique to all paths. I am the prism between black and white: mine own unison in duality.
Austin Osman Spare - 'The Logomachy of Zos'
“To happiness the same applies as to truth: one does not have it, but is in it. Indeed, happiness is nothing other than being encompassed, an after-image of the original shelter within the mother. But for this reason no-one who is happy can know that he is so. To see happiness, he would have to pass out of it: to be as if already born. He who says he is happy lies, and in invoking happiness, sins against it. He alone keeps faith who says: I was happy. The only relation of consciousness to happiness is gratitude: in which lies its incomparable dignity.”
— Theodor W. Adorno, Minima Moralia, 72
But gnosis is not primarily rational knowledge. The Greek language distinguishes between scientific or reflective knowledge (“He knows mathematics”) and knowing through observation or experience (“He knows me”), which is gnosis.
As the gnostics use the term, we could translate it as, “insight,” for gnosis involves an intuitive process of knowing oneself. And to know oneself, they claimed, is to know human nature and human destiny.
— Introduction [xix] of The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels
To die means to be capable of death as death. The animal perishes. It has death neither ahead of itself nor behind it. Death is the shrine of Nothing, that is, of that which in every respect is never something that merely exists, but which nevertheless presences, even as the mystery of Being itself. As the shrine of Nothing, death harbors within itself the presencing of Being. As the shrine of Nothing, death is the shelter of Being. We now call mortals mortals—not because their earthly life comes to an end, but because they are capable of death as death. Mortals are who they are, as mortals, present in the shelter of being. They are the presencing relation to Being as Being.
Martin Heidegger, "The Thing" in Poetry, Language, Thought
“Scrutinizing ever so carefully, crafty in wisdom, parading your arrogance — all this invites mistrust.”
— Zhuangzi, The Complete Works of Zhuangzi, Watson tr. (Ch 13)