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"But there is also a not seeing because we do not have the means to know any further. There are things that we do not understand because we could never reproduce them: behaviours, decisions, that seem foreign to us. This also is love. It is to find one has arrived at the point where the immense foreign territory of the other will begin. We sense the immensity, the reach, the richness of it, this attracts us. This does not mean that we ever discover it. I can imagine that this infinite foreignness could be menacing; disturbing. It also can be quite the opposite: exalting, wonderful, and in the end, of the same species as God: we do not know what it is. It is the biggest; it is far off. At the end of the path of attention, of reception, which is not interrupted but which continues into what little by little becomes the opposite of comprehension. Loving not knowing. Loving: not knowing.

—Hélène Cixous in conversation with Mireille Calle-Gruber, from Rootprints: Memory and Life Writing

"There is a point where the unknown begins. The secret other, the other secret, the other itself. The other that the other does not know. What is beautiful in the relation to the other, what moves us, what overwhelms us the most—that is love—is when we glimpse a part of what is secret to him or her, what is hidden, that the other does not see; as if there were a window by which we see a certain heart beating. And this secret that we take by surprise, we do not speak of it; we keep it. That is to say, we keep it: we do not touch it. We know, for example where the other’s vulnerable heart is situated; and we do not touch it; we leave it intact. This is love."

—Hélène Cixous in conversation with Mireille Calle-Gruber, from Rootprints: Memory and Life Writing

Maps of the End of the World: Charting the Book of Revelation →

Though by no means a biblical literalist myself Larkin’s elliptical precision has always fascinated me. Full text of the book can be found online here.

Naming the Sun


I am the dark one,—the widower,—the unconsoled,
The prince of Aquitaine at his stricken tower:
My sole star is dead,—and my constellated lute
Bears the black sun of the Melancolia.

Gerard de Nerval

"Beyond its alchemical scope, the "Black Sun" metaphor fully sums up the blinding force of the despondent mood—an excruciating, lucid affect asserts the inevitability of death, which is the death of the loved one and of the self that identifies with the former (the poet is "bereft" of the "star")."

Melancholia belongs in the celestial realm. It changes darkness into redness or into a sun that remains black, to be sure, but is nevertheless the sun, source of dazzling light. Nerval’s introspection seems to indicate that naming the sun locates him on the threshold of a crucial experience, on the divide between appearance and disappearance, abolishment and song, nonmeaning and signs.”

Kristeva, Black Sun: Depression and Melancholia

Organ by Organ


A work is never completed except by some accident such as weariness, satisfaction, the need to deliver, or death: for, in relation to who or what is making it, it can only be one stage in a series of inner transformations.

—Paul Valéry


OxO is an experiment in exorcism. An alluvium of loose ends wanting to ravel off into roots, grow again somewhere into something else maybe, an expression. Or the severed heads that haunt me. It’s a semi-annual assemblage of pieces and notes that never feel finished, that won’t take flesh or any other form…

That said, OxO posts will be formatted as such:


And when made paper will be available for sale—against better judgement and according to a strict (i.e. forced) and arbitrary schedule, regardless of any ‘presentable’ material available.


The one I desire is always the man I want to be.
BEWARE OF A HOLY WHORE… Plinth No. 2 is all-up-on us.
feat.Sarah Fox, Johannes Göransson, Aimee ParkisonLaura Ellen Joyce, Eugene Thacker, Jamalieh Haley,Peter O’Leary, Brad D Baumgartner, and David Peak

BEWARE OF A HOLY WHORE… Plinth No. 2 is all-up-on us.

Sarah Fox, Johannes Göransson, Aimee Parkison
Laura Ellen Joyce, Eugene Thacker, Jamalieh Haley,
Peter O’Leary, Brad D Baumgartner, and David Peak


Maurizio Bianchi notes


Maurizio Bianchi notes

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