My intention is not to deal with the problem of truth, but the problem with the truth-teller, or a truth-telling as an activity:…who is able to tell the truth, about what, with what consequences, and with what relations to power…. [W]ith the question of the importance of telling the truth, knowing who is able to tell the truth, we have the roots of what we could call the ‘critical’ tradition in the West.
I prize the adventure of learning: scholarship not as a predetermined ride […] but as an exploration by association, one perception leading to the next, a network of stoppages, detours, reconnaissance. Not double majors with extra requirements, but multi centered minors, connected by peripheral routes, less-traveled passages, hunches.
― Charles Bernstein, “The Practice of Poetics”. Attack of the Difficult Poems: Essays and Inventions. 2011.p 74 (via sculptressgathers)
And above all no more object. Ecstasy is not love: love is possession for which the object is necessary, and at the same time possession of the subject, possessed by it. There is no longer subject-object, but a ‘yawning gap’ between the one and the other and, in the gap, the subject, the object are dissolved; there is passage, communication, but not from one to the other: the one and the other have lost their separate existence.
You’re right in saying that we were already one and I’m not afraid of it, rather it is my only happiness and my only pride. This is the reason why I’m so grateful (to you and to everything) and it is therefore natural that by your side I’m most quiet and most unquiet, most inhibited and most free, and this is also why, after this realization, I have renounced all other life.
― Frank Kafka in a letter to Milena (via gylleneungdom)
The erotic has often been misnamed by men and used against women. It has been made into the confused, the trivial, the psychotic, the plasticized sensation. For this reason, we have often turned away from the exploration and consideration of the erotic as a source of power and information, confusing it with its opposite, the pornographic. But pornography is a direct denial of the power of the erotic, for it represents the suppression of true feeling. Pornography emphasizes sensation without feeling.
Time to leave now, get out of this room, go somewhere, anywhere; sharpen this feeling of happiness and freedom, stretch your limbs, fill your eyes, be awake, wider awake, vividly awake in every sense and every pore.
Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties — all these chase away loneliness by making me forget my name’s Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion — these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.
― David Foster Wallace (via quoththeculture)
Life is going to present to you a series of transformations. And the point of education should be to transform you. To teach you how to be transformed so you can ride the waves as they come. But today, the point of education is not education. It’s accreditation. The more accreditation you have, the more money you make. That’s the instrumental logic of neoliberalism. And this instrumental logic comes wrapped in an envelope of fear. And my Ivy League, my MIT students are the same. All I feel coming off of my students is fear. That if you slip up in school, if you get one bad grade, if you make one fucking mistake, the great train of wealth will leave you behind. And that’s the logic of accreditation. If you’re at Yale, you’re in the smartest 1% in the world. […] And the brightest students in the world are learning in fear. I feel it rolling off of you in waves. But you can’t learn when you’re afraid. You cannot be transformed when you are afraid.
Junot Díaz, speaking at Yale (via malinche)
Those final four sentences are something else.