Sunday, February 20, 2011

Artifice
Tonight I am indolent. In half stupor. I see things clearly.

I don't know it all. And I don't know you at all. But if I never know anything ever again, if I never know anyone ever again, it will still be enough.


Tonight, I am the romance of the soul. Tonight, I am enough.

Tomorrow, I will be awake. And ambitious. And dissatisfied. And yet, tonight I am enough. Even if profoundly alienated. Even if having been declared someone's love, I no longer feel present.

Isn't love precisely this kind of a cosmic imbalance?... Love for me is an extremely violent act. Love is not "I love you all." Love means: I pick out something; it's again the structure of imbalance. Even if this something is just a small detail, a fragile individual person. I say, "I love you more than anything else": In this quite formal sense, love is evil. -- Zizek

What does love feel like?
Like a great misfortune, a monstrous parasite, a permanent state of emergency that ruins all small pleasures.

-- Slavoj Zizek in The Guardian

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