Someone started writing, determined by despair. But the despair I can not determine, "it has always and immediately surpassed its goal" (Kafka, Diary, 1910). And, similarly, writing can not have its origin in the "real" despair, the one issuing invitations to a turn away from anything and everything and at first withdrew his pen to the writer. This means that the two movements have nothing in common but their own uncertainty, have nothing in common but the interrogative mode in which one can only grasp them. Nobody can say to yourself: "I'm desperate," but "you're desperate?" and nobody can say: "I write," but only "you write" Yes "you write?"
H.-P.Haack |
* There is no favorable circumstances. Even if we give "any time" to implement the requirement of "everything" is not enough, because it is not the time to devote to work, to spend his time writing but to move to another time when one enters the fascination and the solitude of the lack of time. When you have all the time, there was more time, and external circumstances "friendly" have become as a result - unfriendly - there's more circumstances.
* What is demanded of Abraham, not only to sacrifice his son, but God himself, the son is the future of God on earth, for it is time which is, in truth, The Promised Land, the real, the only residence of the chosen people of God and his people. However, Abraham sacrificing his only son to sacrifice time and time sacrificed him will certainly not be made in the eternity of the hereafter: the Hereafter is nothing other than future, the future of God in time. The afterlife is Isaac.
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is impatience that makes the term inaccessible by substituting a figure close to the intermediary. That impatience destroys the approach in preventing recognition through the figure of the moment.
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Impatience is the fault. It was she who would rush the story to its conclusion before it is has developed in all directions, has exhausted the time measurement is in it, the indefinite has a high all true inauthentic where every movement, every partially false picture may be transfigured into an unshakeable certainty.
Maurice Blanchot, Kafka Kafka From .
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