Wednesday, August 09, 2006

"I return to the fragment: while it is never unique, still it has no external limit--the outside toward which it falls is not its edge--and at the same time no internal limiation (it is not a hedgehog, rolled up and closed upon itself). And yet it is something strict, not because of its brevity (it can be prolonged like agony), but through the tautness, the tightness that chokes to the breaking point: there are always some links that have sprung (they are not missing). No fullness, no void."

Maurice Blanchot, The Writing of the Disaster, translated by Ann Smock (Lincoln: U of Nebraska P, 1986), p. 46.

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