"Can it be that, in the book, dying means becoming invisible to all others, but decipherable to yourself?"

(Aely)

"could it be that, in the book, writing means becoming legible to alle others, but undecipherable to yourself?"

"...for dying is a manner of seeing the invisible..."

Maurice Blanchot ("Discours sur la patience,"Le niouveau Commerce,Srping 1975)

If my freedom were not in the book, where would it be?

If my book were not my freedom, what would it be?

Truth cannot but be violent. There is no peacable truth.

All violence is part of day.

Death, which is the end of day, is also violence come to its end.

The involuntary has always, fo rus been the inevitable.

Tomorrow remains forever open to tomorrow; truth, to truth; day to day; night, to night; violence, to infinite violence.

The violence of the book is turned against the book: battle without mercy.

Writing means perhaps taking on, in the word, the unforeseeable phases of this combat, where God, unsuspected hoard of aggressive force, is the unmentionable stake.

Edmond Jabès, The book of Margins

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1. Almenac

2. runenkalender

3. kalender Babylon

canandanann 22-02-2003