Tag Archives: William Faulkner

Why do we have to be quiet tonight: Christian Marclay’s Everyday

Everyday, a struggle with language, with time. Just to say something simple: on Saturday night I went to a concert, but to see it, to hear it? What we have learned from gender and language is that these problems are … Continue reading

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mouth of shadows

Andre Masson: Automatic Drawing (1920s) “she speaks to me a language so soft that at first I do not understand . . .” (Aimé Césaire, Son of Thunder, 1948) “I have always wondered why automatic writing has not been invoked … Continue reading

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. . . the hair on the head to hear . . .

“It was as though somewhere in the Sunday afternoon’s quiet and peace the screams of that child still existed, lingered, not as sound now, but as something for the skin to hear, the hair on the head to hear.” William … Continue reading

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