Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts

2010-04-04

Butler reduced to poetry

She is, in her own way, dispossessed in the moment of acting as its site of transfer for me.

What am I calling on her to be?
And how does she take up that call?

What my call recalls for her will be the site of the countertransference,  but about this I cannot know.

Vainly I ask, "Who are you?", and then, more soberly, "What have I become here?"

And she asks those questions of me as well, from her own distance, and in ways I cannot precisely know or hear. 
This not-knowing draws upon a prior not-knowing, the not-knowing by which the subject is inaugurated, although that "not-knowing" is repeated and elaborated in the transference
without precisely becoming a site to which I might return.

(About the incommensurability that accounts for the countertransference)

(by Judith Butler, in Giving an Account of Oneself, Diacritics, no. 4, 2001)

2010-03-18

Not so much of a wicked game as a frivolous pastime.

As I'm sitting here on my lazy bones day, trying to decide whether to watch yet another episode of Dollhouse or rewatch the Wicked Game documentary, I was suddenly hit by a bolt of realisation. I realised my life is a Family Guy episode.

Utterly frivolous. Strange and indescribable relationships. Quotes and references to such a degree there is a clear lack of comprehensibility and coherency. Unpolitically correct in a major way. Meanwhile being riddled with flashbacks and fictional memories and occupied with characters that can only be described as characters.

Yes, my life is a Family Guy episode. I don't think I mind. A little anti-climactic now with all that spirituality and religion buzzing around claiming all kinds of complexity and depth. Not to mention meaning. Still I don't think I mind. I'm quite comfortable. As a matter of fact I'm actually quite happy.

2009-09-03

Jamie Livingston's Photo of the Day

If you haven't already seen this I most definitely suggest you have a look at it. A man named Jamie Livingston photo documented his life from 1979 to his death in 1997. Each day (with a few exceptions of missing photos) he took a polaroid picture immortalising his memories.

It truly is all kinds of awesome and inspiring, heart-warming and heartbreaking all at the same time.

Photo of the Day

2009-08-18

Life Philosophy


"My goal in life is to live each and every single menstrual cycle- different! Different and better than the last."


I like it. I think I shall adopt it.