Thanksgiving Is Ruined

The Personal is Political. The Political is Personal.

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February 04, 2007
nonsense beats that

found in a footnote during insomnia:

Poetic language rises out of the ruins of prose.

If it is true that the word is a betrayal and that communication is impossible, then each word by itself recovers it individuality and becomes an instrument of our defeat and a receiver of the incommunicable. . . .

Thus, the failure of the communication becomes a suggestion of the incommunicable, and the thwarted project of utilizing words is succeeded by the pure disinterested intuition of the word.

from Sartre's "What is Writing?"