It’s not the word made flesh we want in writing, in poetry and fiction, but the flesh made word.
It’s not the word made flesh we want in writing, in poetry and fiction, but the flesh made word.
“Because the outside world is fragmented, consciousness must also be so, and this way it looses the overall coherence which it had a hundred and fifty years ago, and at the same time this consciousness is constantly changing, constantly struggling against itself, forever creating new images — Sartre called it ‘freedom.’”
Alain Robbe-Grillet