A sub-continuation of This Space. This space of resonance.
The very practice of pseudonymous writing … serves as an ecstatic devotional exercise whereby the writer becomes split in two and thereby open to the indwelling of the divine. From the Marginalia Review of Books.
through the words a little daylight still passed. Maurice Blanchot, Awaiting Oblivion (via alanreedwrite)
Beistegui insists that Proust’s art of metaphor is ontologically-poetically based. The work of art, he writes, does not represent, but rather generates a new time and space. It reveals truths that are always in the process of becoming. For this reason, the way we access the truth — through a metaphor that translates the particularity of time and place by bringing it into contact with another — is essential to the truth itself. from NDPR
One does not write for any reader except one. Wallace Stevens
Literature … doesn’t take us out of the real world, thereby leaving life behind; rather, it transfigures life, reversing it, not into its opposite but into its other or its flip side. Literature is the flip side of the side that coincides with reality, the wrong side or the inside of the real and the sign of another meaning of experience. Far from fleeing the real, then, literature actually tracks it and weaves it, spinning and following its thread. […] In the process, literature lets itself be carried off to where the real flees its own self-presence. Ultimately, the real just is that very self-absence. From Proust as Philosopher: the art of metaphor, by Miguel de Beistegui.
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