dot dot dot (when two mirrors face each other)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[…a struggle to render those truths in Nature which for Her are eternal, but are as yet for the multitude but new]

~Stephane Mallarme, 1876

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

carmel seymour

 

 

my uncle made a good point yesterday. he’s an author, and i was sharing with him my insecurities about writing fiction, my fear that there is already so much out there that it may be impossible for me to write something original. in addition to mentioning that whatever i write will become original as i write it- for no writer expresses in the same exact way, no matter how basic the plotline- he also explained that a writer never really knows whether what they’re doing is important or groundbreaking in the moment they’re writing it anyway. they’re just writing, because it is a condition, because they have to. when you think about it, most writers never achieve fame or success in their lifetimes. we don’t recognize what a writer has done until fifty, sixty years later, when someone wonders how we got to where we are today, and, in offering an explanation, goes back in time to pinpoint the critical texts which have changed the idea of what writing is, does and can be. in other words, we don’t understand a text’s effect, if it truly is an origin, until we see what comes after it. this notion is liberating, for it suggests that there is nothing to lose in writing- that all you can do is start, and keep going. after all words are free, you can’t ever use them all up, and the only limitation that exists is the crippling fear that you can.

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

[Let two mirrors reflect each other; then Satan plays his favorite trick and opens here in his way (as his partner does in lovers’ gazes) the perspective on infinity…]

-Walter Benjamin

 

 

Gemma Capdevila

 

nothing is ever complete…