#writing and difference

[thelonguepuree]

“Perhaps the self-evident would be too heavy to bear, and so a shrug of the shoulders is preferred to discipline.”

Jacques Derrida, “From Restricted to General Economy: A Hegelianism without Reserve”

[femaleauthor]

“That philosophy died yesterday,

since Hegel or Marx, Nietzsche, or Heidegger - and philosophy should still wander toward the meaning of its death - or that it has always lived knowing itself to be dying (as is silently confessed in the shadow of the very discourse which declared philosophia perennis); that philosophy died one day, within history, or that it has always fed on its own agony, on the violent way it opens history by opposing itself to nonphilosophy, which is its past and its concern, its death and wellspring; that beyond the death, or dying nature, of philosophy, perhaps even because of it, thought still has a future, or even, as is said today, is still entirely to come because of what philosophy has held in store; or, more strangely still, that the future itself has a future - all these are unanswerable questions. By right of birth, and for one time at least, these are problems put to philosophy as problems philosophy cannot resolve.”

Z, 13.12.19 - contemplating the use of thesis

[existential-celestial]

For to write is to draw back. Not to retire into one’s tent, in order to write, but to draw back from one’s writing itself. To be grounded far from one’s language, to emancipate it or lose one’s hold on it, to let it make its way alone and unarmed. To leave speech. To be a poet is to know how to leave speech. To let it speak alone, which it can do only in its written form. To leave writing is to be there only in order to provide its passageway, to be the diaphanous element of its going forth: everything and nothing. For the work, the writer is at once everything and nothing.

Jacques Derrida, from “Edmond Jabès and the Question of the Book,” in Writing and Difference

[heteroglossia]

. . . My life, from the book on, will have been a vigil of writing in the interval of limits.

Jacques Derrida quoting Edmond Jabes, “Ellipsis,” Writing & Difference

[heteroglossia]

The center is the threshold.

Edmond Jabès, cited by Jacques Derrida, L’Ecriture et la différence

[typewriterdaily]

A city no longer inhabited, not simply left behind, but haunted by meaning and culture. This state of being haunted, which keeps the city from returning to nature, is perhaps the general mode of the presence or absence of the thing itself in pure language.

Jacques Derrida, Writing and Difference

[typewriterdaily]

[Writing] creates meaning by enregistering it, by entrusting it to an engraving, a groove, a relief, to a surface whose essential characteristic is to be infinitely transmissible.

Jacques Derrida, Writing and Difference