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whelp, grades are in. i gave a lot of a minuses, for which i feel a twinge of paranoiac displeasure, but what the hell.
in other news, mercury HAS gone retrograde, which explains why all this crap to do with my pappy is coming up. feel much more settled about it now.
went to a dinner party last night at my old friend c's house - so lovely, so silly and fun, such delish. i drank wine out of a slc-temple shot glass all night. i wrote some shit, which i reproduce and smoothe here:
DARLING, BLOOD.
There is something unclean about the relationship of biology to possession. It may have been a great discovery that the entrance into language involves a certain helplessness and satisfaction in that helplessness, but it is also an unclean discovery: simple, rule-less, specific. The nasty content gets all over the form. Or at least it is the case that a culturally produced nastiness with regard to gender and biology inflicts the content with a particular power to inflect the form (of paternity and possession) with that same valence. Fathers can't help but fail daughters, in this transition period we always seem to be in. Maybe I'm a bad Marxist, but I think the Benjaminian "State of Emergency" is appropriately essentialist (or maybe just anti-nominalist? Shut up, Beavis.): where there are fathers of daughters, there will be failure. mabye no more being a daughter of a father, eh? maybe some strategic schizophrenia is in order?
in other news, mercury HAS gone retrograde, which explains why all this crap to do with my pappy is coming up. feel much more settled about it now.
went to a dinner party last night at my old friend c's house - so lovely, so silly and fun, such delish. i drank wine out of a slc-temple shot glass all night. i wrote some shit, which i reproduce and smoothe here:
DARLING, BLOOD.
There is something unclean about the relationship of biology to possession. It may have been a great discovery that the entrance into language involves a certain helplessness and satisfaction in that helplessness, but it is also an unclean discovery: simple, rule-less, specific. The nasty content gets all over the form. Or at least it is the case that a culturally produced nastiness with regard to gender and biology inflicts the content with a particular power to inflect the form (of paternity and possession) with that same valence. Fathers can't help but fail daughters, in this transition period we always seem to be in. Maybe I'm a bad Marxist, but I think the Benjaminian "State of Emergency" is appropriately essentialist (or maybe just anti-nominalist? Shut up, Beavis.): where there are fathers of daughters, there will be failure. mabye no more being a daughter of a father, eh? maybe some strategic schizophrenia is in order?