A form of loss

‘I speak to restore the link between us, but only my words tell me the link is broken. Did it exist, once? I speak from the end, from after the end, and the lost link I seek rises from my words like a mirage. My words themselves are the mirage: they aren’t my words at all, but a form of loss. They summon something, start some cause that begins in me because it ends in you, or ends in me because it begins in you. And the wondrous thing is that the words themselves are the break between us. Hence the laughter that wells up from creation, laughing at itself.’

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2 responses to “A form of loss

  1. To write is to break the bond that unites the words with myself. It is to destroy the relation which, determining that I speak toward ‘you’, gives me room to speak within the understanding which my word receives from you (for my word summons you, and is the summons that begins in me because it finishes in you). To write is to break this bond.

    — Blanchot, The Space of Literature (trans. A. Smock)

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