Cahiers du Doute
...the central point from which the ruin takes its shape.16.12.08
-- something that, through accident or intention, escapes. The moon -- here, then gone again.
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but for
light at the edges
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but for
light at the edges
8.2.07
I have simply lost the phrase.
21.1.07
nothing but ash.
nothing but ash.
nothing but ash.
6.1.07
Under which false name do I signify?
1.1.07
György Kurtág:
Kafka-Fragmente op. 24
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“There is a destination, but no path to it; what we call a path is a hesitation.”
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15 Nov. 1910, 10 o’clock)
“I will not let myself be made tired. I will dive into my story even if that should lacerate my face.”
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“Like a pathway in autumn: hardly has it been swept clean, it is covered again with dry leaves.”
Kafka-Fragmente op. 24
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“There is a destination, but no path to it; what we call a path is a hesitation.”
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15 Nov. 1910, 10 o’clock)
“I will not let myself be made tired. I will dive into my story even if that should lacerate my face.”
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“Like a pathway in autumn: hardly has it been swept clean, it is covered again with dry leaves.”
21.12.06
(morning light)
It is like a tide, but a small one.
It is like a tide, but a small one.
17.12.06
a single word, and all it summons:
abandon
abandon
10.11.06
She takes a sheet of paper and writes:
"Let us begin with the exercises now."
"Let us begin with the exercises now."
6.11.06
as if
all writing in quotes
all speaking in italics
all writing in quotes
all speaking in italics
27.10.06
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assuming exile
assuming the world
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assuming exile
assuming the world
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One makes a mark. Turn the page, makes another mark.
It is the same, and yet another book. Two lines make a
composition. One line crosses the other to form an X.
Mark. Deletion.
Or, a sign designating "October."
It is the same, and yet another book. Two lines make a
composition. One line crosses the other to form an X.
Mark. Deletion.
Or, a sign designating "October."
Scraps of fog in the trees & steeples hung with it --
the moment doesn't lift, no
mere erasure. It--
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Scraps of fog in trees,
on steeples. Hung, the moment
doesn't lift. No ease in that.
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Perhaps someting was said.
Summation. That there was.
That there is, completion.
I doubt it. I doubt that
21.X.06
the moment doesn't lift, no
mere erasure. It--
*
Scraps of fog in trees,
on steeples. Hung, the moment
doesn't lift. No ease in that.
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Perhaps someting was said.
Summation. That there was.
That there is, completion.
I doubt it. I doubt that
21.X.06
26.10.06
"a codex of gestures"
-- Walter Benjamin on Kafka
-- Walter Benjamin on Kafka
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