The importance of this critque, as it were, is that it locates comprehension outside the realm of absolute presence, a myth Derrida cheekily ascribes to Saussure’s original notions of linguistic signification. As shaky as his blame game can get, Derrida is right in noting the supplement embodied in memory—namely, the supplement that makes the whole system of Dasein work.
29.6.09
Where the Mountain Hare has Lain
My where has the time gone?
A simple question plagues me: how does one remember sleep eating?
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest
Heidegger’s project in Being and Time is often described as a rumination on the potential contexts of universality. If there is a “being” at all with which we can connect all human consciousness, surely all ideas of fundamentality must spring from this very location in time. Of course, when put in these terms the project looks hopelessly Cartesian, a hopelessness I wish to maintain throughout while simultaneously offering an apologia to those Heidegger fanatics who find the Descartes comparison unbearable.
The man depicted is not Martin Heidegger, ergo, the man depicted is not a Nazi sympathizer
The potential uses of Dasein have been explored in more depth than I care to give them in relation to the discussion of eating and sleeping, but the most important use—outside several references in Encore that Lacan makes to it, usually punny—is Derrida’s concept of the trace; a temporal shift that allows memory to act on signifiers and establish relations of competing subjectivities.
The internet says Lacan really drew this
Quickly becoming my favorite collection of pictures in any YHTALMM post
But if any ontological view of the present needs a supplement, what is the present anyway?
Officially my favorite group of pictures for any YHTALMM post
Every memory of the sleep-eating act is therefore a play between the two times in which one can remember. The Ego, then, is only the memory, only the auditor of a speech that has already come before its time. The Id becomes the locus of mythic time, a time of cannibalism and castration that only redeems itself in the unbounded potential for enjoyment. The question of how one remembers sleep-eating may not be the question at all; instead let us ask when.
11.6.09
Life For Me Ain't Been No Crystal Stair
On account of the protracted lack of a response from my partner, Death Mask, in our series on the edible sexual, I publish this portion of a gmail chat recorded between the two of us on 4/8/9. The subject is, unconsciously, the incest prohibition. Enjoy.
DM: I want to make a game show in which you introduce your parents to your boyfriend by having him do a body shot off her
it's called Bodyshot Mom
3:16 PM HCE: Hmm.
Can we call it "Mommyshot"?
DM: MUCH BETTER!
thanks, I knew it needed somehting
HCE: It's what I'm here for.
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