The things I’m recycling are things for work from long ago, when I couldn’t work. I couldn’t look at them for a long time because they brought me face to face with what was happening then and because I so missed the person I had been before. Now that I am partly revived I can … More Signs of Love
In fact, this bedroom would be a pleasant office. I would turn the desk inward, to face the sunroom And I would not line the walls with books. Perhaps Turkish hangings I could use the red office chair And place a couch along the wall, perhaps. I. That wistfulness. I still wish for any one … More Red Wheelbarrow
Cha-ching! Unbelievably, our library gives us access to The Veil of Moses: Jewish Themes in Russian Literature of the Romantic Era. I was even going to check into the possibility of buying it (although I wouldn’t have, it’s 211 USD). The chapter on Russian Jews in the 1840s brought me to the book, but the … More The Veil of Moses
“I have before me a book in German, 269 pages long, entitled Thoughts on the Emancipation of Man, and written by a young Polish Jew educated at the University of Königsberg. And well, the author of this book, M. Benjamin Bary, whom one could not accuse of partiality,…” –-La revue indépendante, founded by Georges Sand, … More Benjamin Moses Bari
Here is the book in PDF but the essay by that title isn’t in it and any book I would have that in is in the office. Perhaps I shouldn’t have moved them. But here we are. Vallejo praises Pablo Abril’s Ausencia (they were, of course, also friends). I like JM’s idea of using CeSP … More Contra el secreto profesional
I read at Twenty Theses on Politics and Subjectivity because it has things on theory and praxis, and on the subject. I do not have full patience for philosophy, a fact that makes my life difficult. In it, however, I discovered the existence of Badiou’s Theory of the Subject, which originally came out in 1982. … More Bosteels, Badiou
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Wednesday, Thursday, Friday: Derrida, Le monolinguisme de l’autre, deserves a revisit and it has to do with translation. This is what I learned, research-wise, and it does not have to do with the project at hand except obliquely. My commitment for this week is to reread my piece and Reviewer 2’s, and to do many … More Logging again
I liked Adam Gopnick’s essay on Pissarro quite a lot. The same issue of the New Yorker, which I guess I do like, has a poem after Lorca and an amusing piece on polyamory, pointing out that its mainstreaming isn’t at all countercultural–it’s been made to be about “family values” and so on. And there’s … More Camille Pissarro: Winter Sun
From reading Gruzinski on CDMX I realized that these Latvian artists who remind me of Mexican modernists may have been under direct influence of them. Eisenstein (¡Que viva México!) was of course captivated by it and was not just “Soviet” but Latvian, and many other Soviet artists congregated there in those days. How many brought … More Serge Gruzinski and Riga
coldhearted scientist وداد 