mashers.txt

"I am engulfed, I succumb”.
The absent one.
Adorable!
The intractable.
a third skin unites us.
agony.
To love Love.
To be ascetic
Atopos
waiting
Dark glasses
"The gift is contact, sensuality:"
catastrophe
Gaudium is what I dream of
Laetitia is a lively pleasure
The heart is the organ of desire
Take all the delights of the earth
I have an other-Ache
I want to understand
What is to be done?
"My symmetric partner, my rival"
I close my eyes
A furtive contact
Clandestine signs
The Other's body
"Once again, I love"
Language is a skin
The amorous gift
I have this fear:
is the precious addition
love nonetheless
We are our own demons
amorous vassalage
Love-as-passion
"everything seems inert to me, cut off, thunderstruck"
I am alone
Flayed
I have no skin
Inexpressible Love
I cannot write myself
How does a love end?
Doomed to wander
In the loving calm of your arms
a deranged interval
exiled from the Image-Repertoire
A voice asleep
Any fissure within Devotion is a fault:
I tremble to speak of it!
I am mad to be in love
I am caught in this contradiction:
Show me whom to desire
no desire without prohibition
What I want is a little cosmos
This can't go on!
"withdrawal, travel, suicide,"
"sequestered, departed, or dead,"
to transgress a law.
extralexicographical:
"Exchange, gift, and theft"
(the only known forms of economy)
everything is possible--
"how intolerable the lover's suffering is,"
"I speak so that you may answer,"
on the side of Dionysus:
are subjects of Expenditure:
I knew no end to desiring you.
Perpetual monologues
Love makes me think too much.
"The person you love loves you as well,"
No Answer
"a dream creature who does not speak,"
Yet there are subtler clouds:
desire continues to vibrate
(the darkness is transluminous)
in the dark interior of love
"mechanisms absorb our compromises, our desires, our spirit"
--and silence them.
What exegesis will have to be invented
here is the morality of things.
The scriptor
"""Keep your distance"""
the script is folded and refolded:
"depth, subtlety, and body,"
We have been mistaken.
the weight of our dilemma
inscribed their qualities into nonhumans
a pile of silicon
"a continuous passage, a commerce, an interchange:"
The soul of machines
infinitely surpasses human measure
a technological object
advancing with infinite care
there are only differences of degree between matter and text.
"Half spirit and half matter, half imprint and half text"
the famous barrier between sign and thing:
textual machines