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" What can one do against fatigue? Wear oneself out "
-- Robert Pinget
" If I can struggle against a fit of depression, in the name of what vitality can I oppose an obsession which belongs to me, which precedes me? In good health, I take the path I prefer; "sick," it is no longer I who decide: it is my disease. For the obsessed, no choice: their obsession has already opted for them, ahead of them. One chooses oneself when one possesses indifferent potentialities; but the distinctness of a disease antedates the diversity of the roads open to choice. To wonder if one is free or not - a trifle for a mind swept on by the calories of its delirums. For such a mind, to extol freedom is to parade a discreditable health.
Freedom? Sophistry of the fit. "
Denim is thus the site of a historicization of the body, a historicization that fashions a naturalized body through the fantasies of countercultural agency that are performed through and as the screen of use-value itself. The ideological work of denim, therefore, demonstrates how the items and artifacts of material culture themselves historicize the lived body not simply through the production, circulation, and consumption of cultural representations and forms of symbolic value, but also by shaping the body’s experience of and relationship to its own utility.
James Salazar
and
If I say what I honestly mean
It's only because
I honestly mean what I say
Lawrence Durrell
Lapses, parapraxes and symptoms are like birds that
strike their beaks against the window. It is not a question
of interpreting them. It is a question instead of identifying
their trajectory to see if they can serve as indicators of
new universes of reference capable of acquiring a consistency
sufficient for turning a situation upside down.
"All the fragments of the afternoon collect around his airborne form. Shouts, bat-cracks, full bladders and stray yawns, the sand-grain manyness of things that can't be counted.
It is all falling indelibly into the past." - Don DeLillo, "Underworld"
A cultivated style would be like a mask. Everybody knows it's a mask, and sooner or later you must show yourself -- or at least, you show yourself as someone who could not afford to show himself, and so created something to hide behind. You do not create a style. You work, and develop yourself; your style is an emanation from your own being
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