Status Updates From Clang (Volume 62) (Posthuma...

By design this is invigorating and unsettling.

Filiation is still denounced, it is always betrayed by what remarks it.

I cannot wait to be done with this interminable thing.

There's a climactic moment here where, after 170 pages of exhaustive close reading of labyrinthine Hegelian text, Derrida is poised to reveal that symptomatic instance of what both inheres in and escapes the dialectic – only for D to interrupt himself literally mid-sentence to interpose some letters Hegel sent to his mate. If you think the dialectic is frustrating wait till you encounter the non-dialectic.

"How could ontology lay hold of a fart? It can always put its hand on whatever remains in the john, but never on the whiffs let out by roses. So the anthropy of a text that makes roses fart must be read. ... So the text is a gas; for the origin and the stake of the word, one hesitates, but this comes back to the same thing, between spirit (Geest, Geist) and fermentation".

“Will he have ejaculated into the galaxy?”

“Where are we?”

“Blank, as always, between two antherections, an interior margin between two supplementary columns that seem detached one from the other.”

"If it destroys everything including its letter and its body, how can the burn-all keep a trace of itself and start a history in which it preserves itself by losing itself?"

"What am I doing here? Let's say that I am working at the origin of literature by miming it."

“…to suspend the bell in the middle of the two towers […] I write myself on that. On the headstock, between the two.”

“No common measure at the very moment when you think you are engaging/disengaging, manipulating, orchestrating, raising or lowering the musical liquid by playing the pedals. The columns play with you, threatening to collapse one upon the other and leave you no way out.

No clang without some machinery being interposed.

That isn’t handled like a quill.”

"the work asks the author to surpass the poor person in himself, one not up to the task…yes"

“I have introduced myself as third party, between [Genet's] mother and him. I have given him up. I’ve made blood speak.”

“I am looking for the right metaphor for the enterprise I am pursuing here. I’d like to describe my gesture, the posture of my body behind this machine” ("this machine" being, I'm guessing, the portable Olivetti typewriter he wrote much of the Genet column of Clang on).

"I forget, in a way, everything ... I read. Except for this or that sentence, or phrase, seemingly secondary, one whose seeming little importance does not in any case justify this sort of resonance, this obsessive echoing that keeps itself, detached, so long after the increasingly rapid engulfing of all the rest."

"I'm exposing myself there, I lean that way a lot."

“And yet there is stone. What does there is mean once we subtract what there is from the it is, from this is, from the ostension of any presence? Speaking of the process of [Ereignis], Heidegger liberates the es gibt in es gibt Sein, from the all-powerful precession of being. Let us wager that the value of the gift … will have pre-occupied everything.”

"...it was necessary to extract from within the elaborated text the instrument of reading or of writing, the style with which to treat it; with which to write, that is to say fold the metalanguage."

"The detached remains stuck thereby, by the glue of differance, by the a. The a of gl agglutinates the different detachings. The scaffold of A is gluey."

"The clang is—therefore—the knell of some idiom, some signature ... Hence one never finds it here or there, in the unique configuration of a text. It always lends itself, affects itself or steals itself. At the moment you think you are reading it here, commenting or deciphering this text, you are commented on, deciphered, observed by another: what has remained."

"There is—always—already—more than one—clang."

“one can always, although it is never indispensable, turn reference inside out like a glove. Pretending to describe this or that, veils or webs, of saliva for example, the text veils itself by unveiling itself, and describes, with the same exhibitionist modesty, its own texture.”

“And what leans or winks (—) between the two (sides of the) neck (—) [Et du clin (—) entre les deux col (—)]”

“to put to the test … the time of erection that can no longer stop abridging its stigma and resembles no other present—it is what presents; to verify everywhere the internal antagonism doubling each column … to see what matters in that concerning the deconstruction-of-ontology, etc., I propose trying … to replace the verb ‘to be’ [être] with the verb ‘to get a hard-on [bander].’”

“‘Woman wants to dominate (herrschen), man to be dominated (beherrscht) (especially before marriage)’”

“…you are always in the process of getting screwed in the contraband, such is philosophy”

“Double gaze. Cross-eyed reading. In keeping one eye on the corner column (contraband), read this as a new testament.”

“The phallocentric hierarchy is a feminism, it subjects itself dialectically to Femininity and Truth, both capitalized, making man the subject of woman.”

“If I write two texts at once you won’t be able to castrate me. If I delinearize, I erect. But at the same time I divide my act and my desire. I—mark the division and, escaping you always, simulate all the time and don’t come anywhere. I castrate myself—I remain(der) myself thus—and I ‘play at coming.’”

"How could ontology take hold of a fart? It can always get its hands on what stays in the shitcan, never on the air biscuits released by roses."

“What must be tightened here is the angle from which a neck and peniclitoris come to be bandaged together. Which a strangulation hardbinds—”