That Very Elsewhere

The mad state is, as he emphasizes over and over again, empty.
Teeming with emptiness. Knotted on emptiness. Immodest in its
emptiness. You can pull emptiness out of it by the handful.
“I am not here. I am not here and never will be.”
You can pull it out endlessly.

Anne Carson, from Semaine d’Artaud 

Image: James Kao, Tablescape, 2004
Title: Judith Butler on “the poetics of non-arrival,” excerpt from Who Owns Kafka?

The Unknown

"The unknown must remain unknown or the novel ends."

— Anne Carson, from Eros The Bittersweet

Image: Raphaelle Peale, Venus Rising from the Sea - A Deception

Nota Bene

[Footnotes, subtext are everything.]

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