p 113 I am a worker, a tombstone mason…   Leave a comment

Write, carve, mark, inscribe. What you’re willed. This section reads to the end of chapter V.

I started to hear Derrida on p 115 of the Wake – “The interpretation of the letter” section: “So  why, pray, sign anything as long as every word, letter, penstroke, paperspace is a perfect signature of its own?”

For example: “Mon objet, ma chose, ce qui va prescrire une rhétorique propre à cet événement, s’il a lieu, ce serait Francis Ponge.” (Signéponge 25).

“My object, my thing that which is going to proscribe a rhetoric proper to this event, if it takes place, would be Francis Ponge (Richard Rand, transl.).

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