ampersand : space: artists: works of art: writers : words: ampersand: space: artists: works of art: writers: words : Spieces of Spaces " Space melts like sand running through one´s fingers. Time bears it away and leaves me only shapeless shreds : To write: to try to meticulously retain something, to cause something to survive; to wrest a few precise scraps from the void as it grows, to leave somewhere a furrow, a trace, a mark or a few signs. " Georges Perec

Thursday, September 6, 2007

JUNE: word: MAURICE BLANCHOT : art : CESAR COFONE-DADAMO & MARION JANNOT : Endgame



Whoever is fascinated doesn't see, properly speaking, what he sees. Rather, it touches him in an immediate proximity ; it seizes and ceaselessly draws him close, even thought it leaves him absolutely at a distance. Fascination is fundamentally linked to neutral, impersonal presence, to the indeterminate They, the immense faceless someone. It bears the same relation, neutral and impersonal in itself, with that of seeing the eyeless and shapeless depth, the absence one sees for it is blinding.

MAURICE BLANCHOT
The Space of Literature

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