"Out of what eerie galaxy do the invisible, lethargic rays of this black sun reach me, pinning me down to the ground, to my bed [to the cross], compelling me to silence, to renunciation [to death]?"
Lecturing on Islamic philosophy from the medieval period and going on a rambling ten-minute-long digression regarding the Stoic critique of Aristotelian logic, not because it's gradable material or even pertains to the subject matter of the reading, but because it feels right
When I ask for my students' considered opinions in class discussion and they provide me with mere opinion instead
i cant take it anymore. thhis is a copypasta i created to make fun of some west hollywood gay guy's tweet. Anyone who knows me and my family, my people, knows I would never seriously argue for the conclusion on display in the post below.
Missing the first day of the Kristeva Circle and my own panel because I've been up since 2 a.m. vomiting repeatedly. They may be theorizing the abject. But I'm living it. Their theory, my praxis #abjection
Wrote the first long and pedantic but perfectly correct scholarly footnote of my conference paper to be delivered tomorrow, that I invariably will not read aloud, on the train on my way to the venue just now. A sign the presentation will be a smash hit
Klein, Lacan, Kristeva. Invoke this trinity of names in time of need only in order to strike terror in the heart of Anglo-American graduate students in literature everywhere
oomfibians, who recalls an interview anecdote about, perhaps, jacqueline rose, where the subject says rose was an inspiration for being the sharpest intellectual all while wearing chanel (or something to this effect)? julia kristeva may have also been the referent. Please advise.
You think what I am saying is reasonable. In fact my position is even worse, more convoluted and vulgar, than you could ever have anticipated


















