Literature is that which denounces and slashes apart the repressing machine at the level of the signified.
Literature is that which denounces and slashes apart the repressing machine at the level of the signified.
“How many hours I waste lying in bed thinking about getting up. I see myself get up, go out, move, drink, eat, smile, turn, pay attention, talk, go up, go down. I am absent from that part, yet participating at the same time. A voyeur in all senses, in my actions, non-actions. What a delight it might be actually to get up without thinking, and then when dressed look back and still see myself curled up fast asleep under the blankets.”
Ann Quin | Passages