James Joyce, Dubliners

"Sometimes in return for his theories she gave out some fact of her own life. With almost maternal solicitude she urged him to let his nature open to the full: she became his confessor. He told her that for some time he had assisted at the meetings of an Irish Socialist Party, where he had felt himself a unique figure amidst a score of sober workmen in a garret lit by an inefficient oil-lamp. When the party had divided into three sections, each under its own leader and in its own garret, he had discontinued his attendances. The workmen's discussions, he said, were too timorous; the interest they took in the question of wages was inordinate. He felt that they were hard-featured realists and that they resented an exactitude which was the produce of a leisure not within their reach. No social revolution, he told her, would be likely to strike Dublin for some centuries.

She asked him why did he not write out his thoughts. For what? he asked her, with careful scorn. To compete with phrasemongers, incapable of thinking consecutively for sixty seconds? To submit himself to the criticisms of an obtuse middle class which entrusted its morality to policemen and its fine arts to impresarios?"

A Painful Case, p. 108-9, Penguin, 1964.

Twelve Thesis on Wikileaks

http://www.eurozine.com/articles/2010-12-07-lovinkriemens-en.html

Serres, on football-play

http://stfh.blogspot.com/2011/01/zidane-serres-and-beautiful-game.html

‎"...we no longer look at each other, no longer hear each other, no longer speak to each other or call out to each other - our eyes are shut, our mouths closed, our ears blocked, we have no language, we are monads - we know, anticipate, love each other; ... No-one who has not experienced such ecstasy can know what being together means."

Defter

"In contrast with the book "proper," which is most often understood as the culmination of a long process, the notebook, on the other hand, is usually the beginning of a process — the incipient moment of poiesis when thought emerges from the foldings of flesh relation to find expression in gesture and inscription. One captures thought through writing while it is still felt in the body.."

Holey State

http://carsonchan.wordpress.com/2010/02/18/pan-national-flag-2009-patricia-reed/

http://www.theglobalgame.com/blog/2010/05/notes-from-babel-to-win-a-world-cup-you-must-be-at-your-most-virtuous/

Invisible Thread

Love re-presents I to itself broken.

"Self" defines the element in which "me" and "you", and "we" and "they", can take place. It is "in-itself" prior to any "ego", prior to any presentable "property".

structure of the with is the structure of the there.

"with" is the closeness, the brushing up against or the coming across, the almost-there of distanced proximity. When we tryo to evaluate this closeness (as if in a marketplace or railway station, or in a studyhall, or in a cemetery, we were to ask what are the meanings and values of these hundreds of people, of their restlesness and passivity), it comes out as frantic or distraught. But the meaning of the "with" itself, or the "with" of meaning, can be evaluated only in and by the "with" itself, an experience from which nothing can be taken away."

world is nothing else than the togetherness of all things; of all things touching the other.

touching is not a separate sense; it belongs to every sense.

Translation

‎"Translation is the art of differential connection and constitutes the common from which new institutional forms may arise."

Geert Lovink and Ned Rossiter

law (through the looking glass)

“ ....

' I don't understand you,' said Alice. 'It's dreadfully confusing!'

'That's the effect of living backwards,' the Queen said kindly: 'it always makes one a little giddy at first -'

'Living backwards! Alice repeated in great astonishment. 'I never heard of such a thing!'

' - but there's one great advantage in it, that one's memory works both ways.'

'I'm sure mine works one way,' Alice remarked. 'I can't remember things before they happen.'

'It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,' the Queen remarked.

'What sort of things do you remember best?' Alice ventured to ask.

'Oh, things that happened the week after next,' the Queen replied in a careless tone. 'For instance, now,' she went on, sticking a large piece of plaster on her finger as she spoke,' there's the King's Messenger. He's in prison now, being punished: and the trial doesn't even begin next Wednesday: and of course the crime comes last of all.'

'Suppose he never commits the crime?' said Alice.

'That would be all the better, wouldn't it?' the Queen said, as she bound the plaster round her finger with a bit of ribbon.

Alice felt there was not denying that. 'Of course it would be all the better,' she said: 'but it wouldn't be all the better his being punished.'

'You're wrong there, at any rate,' said the Queen: were you ever punished?'

'Only for faults,' said Alice.

'And you were all the better for it, I know!' the Queen said triumphantly.

'Yes, but then I had done the things I was pushed for,' said Alice: 'that makes all the difference.'

'But if you hadn't done them,' the Queen said, 'that would have been better still; better and better and better!' Her voice went higher with each better,' till it got quite to a squeak at last.

Alice was just beginning to say 'There's a mistake somewhere -,' when the Queen began screaming so loud that she had to leave the sentence unfinished. 'Oh, oh, oh!' shouted the Queen, shaking her hand about as if she wanted to shake it off. 'My finger's bleeding! Oh, oh, oh, oh!'

......”

Galatasaray - Fenerbahçe

http://img252.imageshack.us/img252/4996/photoproxyrz8.jpg

A discussion on Occupy

http://www.mrteacup.org/post/anarchist-at-the-end-of-the-universe.html