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Sometimes I worry that I’m an asshole …

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theparisreview:

The first photograph of Simone de Beauvoir and Jean-Paul Sartre together as a couple. According to Open Culture, the photograph was taken at the Porte d’Orléans fairground in Paris in June 1929.

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L’autobiographie, l’écriture de soi du vivant, la trace du vivant pour soi, l’être pour soi, l’auto-affection ou l’auto-infection comme mémoire ou archive du vivant serait un mouvement immunitaire (donc un mouvement de salut, de sauvetage et de salvation du sauf, du saint, de l’immun, de l’indemne, de la nudité virginale et intacte) mais un mouvement immunitaire toujours menacé de devenir auto-immunitaire, comme tout autos, toute ipséité, tout mouvement automatique, automobile, autonome, auto-référentiel. Rien ne risque d’être aussi empoisonnant qu’une autobiographie, empoisonnant pour soi, d’abord, auto-infectieux pour le présumé signitaire ainsi auto-affecté.
Derrida, L’animal que donc je suis
Posted 2 weeks ago

thisisnugatory:

I am reliving my post ‘Friends’ depression all over again. 

Posted 2 weeks ago
Les mouvements de déconstruction ne sollicitent pas les structures du dehors. Ils ne sont possibles et efficaces, ils n’ajustent leurs coups qu’en habitant ces structures. En les habitant d’une certaine manière, car on habite toujours et plus encore quand on ne s’en doute pas.
J. Derrida, De la Grammatologie
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Donna, I already love myself. I just wanna french someone.
Jackie from That ’70s Show
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I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love only one.
Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments (via foxesinbreeches)
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For the notion of N.W.P. [Non-Will-to-Possess] to be able to break with the system of the Image-repertoire, I must manage (by the determination of what obscure exhaustion?) to let myself drop somewhere outside of language, into the inert, and in a sense, quite simply, to sit down (“As I sit calmly, without doing anything, spring comes and the grass grows of its own accord”). And again the Orient: not to try to possess the non-will-to-possess; to let come (from the other) what comes, to let pass (from the other) what goes; to possess nothing, to repel nothing: to receive, not to keep, to produce without appropriating, etc. Or again: “The perfect Tao offers no difficulty, except that it avoids choosing.”
Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse
Posted 1 month ago

"Sobria Ebrietas" — the last fragment from Barthes’ A Lover’s Discourse.

Posted 1 month ago

Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis are engaged. All the dreams are coming true.

Posted 1 month ago

Ouch! But yeah relate-able.

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Why must one waste one’s time, be worldly, be in love, rather than working and creating a work of art?
Gilles Deleuze, Proust and Signs p. 17
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To fall in love is to individualize someone by the signs he bears or emits. It is to become sensitive to the signs, to undergo an apprenticeship to them (thus the slow individualization of Albertine in the group of young girls).
Gilles Deleuze, Proust and Signs p. 7