Following Dickinson into the realm of self-abdication is a rethinking of the function and possibilities of critical writing. It is to venture a (local and shallow) re-description of critical text as a text that follows, that exists (only) in relation to another. In this following, the relation is not an agonistic one. This writing would not seek to fill the holes of the text to which it listens, but would be above all a practice of reception, of hollowness, of having holes. What it produces is a reading which is always at risk of losing its article, of slipping back into mere reading: non-productive, melancholic, dreamlike, passive, aligned with sleep; attached to a receptivity that resists articulation.
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Writing these words pulls me letter by letter toward silence, toward the white space that will meet the end of this sentence, toward the final failure. Dickinson held off periods like the little deaths they are.