Unreal Nature

August 2, 2015

In a Hurry to Leave

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… This is the grace of irony: it gives us only what it takes from us …

This is from the essay ‘The Detour Toward Simplicity’ found in the collection, Friendship by Maurice Blanchot (1997):

… The one who goes straight down his path, says Chestov, looking only in front of him, creates logic and lives in the assurance of his reason, but the one who turns and looks back sees terrible things that petrify him; having seen them prevents him from seeing anything else; everything flies to pieces — principles, morality, science.

The next is from ‘The Fall: The Flight’ in the same Blanchot collection:

… Clamance, the man so named by La Chute and yet anonymous (he cries out in his own desert), converses in hushed tones with someone whose face we do not see, whose replies we do not hear.

… But it is not with the gods that this other king speaks, not even with the distance of the gods who turn away, but only with the shadow of a casual companion, invisible behind, a curtain of silence, his double, perhaps, but also anyone at all, the ordinary man whose distracted attention and vague presence constantly allow the language that tries to reach him — so well formed nevertheless — to fall back into unreality.

… the interlocutor toward whom he is turned is a wall of fog into which his words sink without having been heard and as if they had not been uttered.

What is left? Irony.

… First of all, it guards against teaching anything. This is the grace of irony: it gives us only what it takes from us; if it affirms, the affirmation is a fiery place that we are in a hurry to leave.

… when he says, “Thus I lived without any continuity save that, from day to day, of the me-me-me,” it is remarkable because every time he says Me, no one answers …




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