People who are making sense are just making me laugh, is all.
Erín Mourethis responsibility for the death of my (m)other, is
a significance so irreducible that it is from it that the meaning of
death may be understood.
Responsibility here is no dictate but all the gravity of love of the
neighbour upon which the congenital meaning of that word love
rests and which every literary form of its sublimation or profanation
(I, je, eu) presupposes.
is speech a subject's very constitution and assembly, which then makes experience possible.
Erín MoureFor if thought that exceeds what has yet been
thought were not possible, the infinite would not be possible, and self/
itself or subjectivity its intermediary transcendence/ incendiary.
That there is a before-speaking, that we did
not always speak.
this was passed to
writing and the content of a writing burned can no longer be
handed back to memory, for writing abolishes memory and as what
was written can no longer be passed down, it has no Author in the old
sense: no ability to act as proxy to, to verify on behalf of.
Today, I refuse to be pinned down to an identity. Right away, I want to betray it.
Erín MoureSome people come from nowhere.
Erín MoureThere are persons who can speak no more, whose very names have vanished. Yet a name excised from the verge where it once lived still casts its sound on all who sleep there and enters their throats.
Erín Moure[Take me in your arms] a way of seeing then.
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