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留言 29 May, 10
- May, 10 的存檔：
書抄 #7
Dying means: you are dead already, in an immemorial past, of a death which was not yours, which you have thus neither known nor lived, but under the threat of which you believe you are called upon to live; you await it henceforth in the future, constructing a future to make it possible at last––possible as something that will take place and will belong to the realm of experience.
—Maurice Blanchot. The Writing of the Disaster. Trans. Ann Smock. Lincoln & London: University of Nebraska Press, 1995. p 65.
To see our own face as it is would be madness, since we would no longer have any mystery for ourselves and would, therefore, be annihilated by transparency. Might it not be said that man has evolved into a form such that his face remains invisible to him and he becomes definitively unidentifiable, not only in the mystery of his face, but in any of his desires?
—Jean Baudrillard. The Perfect Crime. Trans. Chris Turner. London & New York: Verso, 2008. p 6-7.
留言 27 May, 10
Screaming for Ice-cream
這是一個怎樣的時刻？
你猜是獄卒害怕囚人，還是囚人害怕獄卒呢？
有人真要在每天的伙食中，加進冰淇淋做飯後甜品嗎？
顯然是沒有的，但在各自的囚室裡，沒見過面的人一起大聲呼喊「我們都要冰淇淋！」創造了甚麼？穿越了甚麼？把甚麼變成顯露？於是有了集體，於是有了一把任何人都沒能力發出的聲音。
留言 14 May, 10