Nobody loves me but my mother, and she could be jivin’, too.
Nobody loves me but my mother, and she could be jivin’, too.
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The corpse, seen without God and outside of science, is the utmost of abjection. It is death infecting life. Abject. It is something rejected from which one does not part, from which one does not protect oneself as from an object. Imaginary uncanniness and real threat, it beckons to us and ends up engulfing us.
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Julia Kristeva | Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection