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Tuesday, 23 May 2006
Idea theft.
To the end of the day and to The River, to Disengage. Both contain hours of drone and lull, not always unchallenging but always acting as the creation of a non-silence. They enact bodily processes, ambient environmentals, the sound of the street.
They have accompanied my work and today has been profitable. I have be adapting and stealing from others.
In order to adequately investigate the modern nation we need a writing that transcribes the ambivalence of time & place with a nation's identity. These words are not mine, but they could have been, they are now.
(Still constantly fascinated by the internal/external aspect of language; that is, that language is an external expression of self which the internal self can no longer control. Ironically, this has been better said by others.)
The 'modern' nation is defined by: homogeneity, literacy, anonymity.
The real site in which the ambivalence of the nation becomes manifest is within the discourse of the minority; they are the limits at the limits. The voice of the minority is a recognition, is a beginning, a renewal and so their voice is the one of constant flux.
As a thief of ideas, I surely must exist at some margin.
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