On Paul Celan: autobiography by Paul Celan.
"Death Fugue"= the poem is the grave. Poem is the casket.
words= objects, particles
Celan's poetry is an aporia without solution.
Adorno's instrumentality of language.
The poem itself already speaks the "I". No matter how much one tries to avoid the self in a poem, one will find the "I" reflected inside its own negation, deterence of it. Poem is housed in the body.
To be inside of Love without being destroyed by it.
Gadamer's "Who are You & Who am I?" critique of Celan.
(poetry, literature, condemned to borrowing concepts from the time-code of Critical Theory.)
(I am interested in viewing critical theory as a theater of potential playfulness while not betraying the concepts and adding onto them. It is a playfulness also in reaction to the inescapable circle of theory as commodity within the dreamscape. I think Adorno would laugh if I turned him into a caricature of himself.)
Contemporariness is feeling the familiar.
Art presents itself in disguise.
(If reality were lived as a work of art, art would have no purpose; there would be no need to want and recognize such truths in a work of art. This might be why you often don't find artists in galleries and museums.)
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