Unreal Nature

August 23, 2015

To Put What I Am in Play

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… It is the “fortunate” throw of dice that allows me not to win but to play to the end, to put what I am in play in an extreme feeling by which I exhaust every risk.

This is from the essay ‘Inner Experience’ found in Faux Pas by Maurice Blanchot, translated by Charlotte Mandell (2001):

We come to hear Nietzsche’s words, “Now is the time of the great Noon, of the most formidable clarity,” in ourselves when after having destroyed the truth that sheltered us we see ourselves exposed to a sun that burns us …

… If he knows something, he knows that appeasement does not appease and that there is a demand in him that nothing in this life answers. To go beyond, beyond what he desires, what he knows, what he is … If he stops, it is in the disquiet of the lie, and because he has made his exhaustion into truth. He has chosen to sleep, but he calls his sleep “science” or “happiness” — sometimes “war.”

… We enter with a leap into a situation that is no longer defined by useful operations or by knowing [savoir] (even in the sense of the privation of knowledge) but that opens up onto a loss of knowledge [connaissance], to the possibility of losing oneself without possible contact with knowledge. This state, a state of violence, of tearing apart, of abduction, of ravishing, would in every respect be similar to mystical ecstasy if it were disengaged from all the religious presuppositions that often change it and by giving it a meaning, determine it. The ecstatic “loss of knowledge” is properly inner experience.

… That which we call “grace” keeps its value as the principle of an unjustifiable and gratuitous decision. It is the “fortunate” throw of dice that allows me not to win but to play to the end, to put what I am in play in an extreme feeling by which I exhaust every risk.

… This schema that we have just outlined has no more relationship with inner experience than an equation has with the tragic life of the heart whose palpitations it analyzes.

… And since Georges Bataille‘s book is an authentic translation, it cannot be described. … Its truth is in the burning of mind, in the play of lightning, in the silence full of vertigo and exchanges that it communicates to us. We cannot speak of it as a work that is weighed and appreciated …

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-Julie

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