“In short, a word can be erotic on two opposing conditions, both excessive: if it is extravagantly repeated, or on the contrary, if it is unexpected, succulent in its newness… In both cases, the same physics of bliss, the groove, the inscription, the syncope: what is hollowed out, tamped down, or what explodes, detonates.” — 

Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text

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When you’re on the verge of determining… from Text: Living Series by Jenny Holzer, 1980-1982
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When you’re on the verge of determining… from Text: Living Series by Jenny Holzer1980-1982

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Untitled from 15 Inflammatory Essays series by Jenny Holzer, 1979-1982 
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Untitled from 15 Inflammatory Essays series by Jenny Holzer1979-1982 

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“The nature of words is to fail.” — 

Randall Mann, from “Pantoum

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“[I]magine a somewhat peculiar dictionary entry for the word reader. Instead of referring one to the verb with a phrase like “someone who reads,” it says, “you at this moment.” That’s all.” — 

Jacques Derrida, “Reading Between the Blinds,” A Derrida Reader

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“A blonde girl is bent over a poem. With a pencil sharp as a lancet she transfers the words to a blank page and changes them into strokes, accents, caesuras. The lament of a fallen poet now looks like a salamander eaten away by ants. When we carried him away under machine-gun fire, I believed that his still warm body would be resurrected in the word. Now as I watch the death of the words, I know there is no limit to decay. All that will be left after us in the black earth will be scattered syllables. Accents over nothingness and dust.” — 

Zbigniew Herbert, “Episode in a Library,” trans. Czeslaw Milosz

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Lustmord by Jenny Holzer, 1993-1995

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Lustmord by Jenny Holzer, 1993 Photograph by Alan Richardson
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Lustmord by Jenny Holzer, 1993
Photograph by Alan Richardson

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Lustmord by Jenny Holzer, 1993
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Lustmord by Jenny Holzer, 1993

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“Silence is inside the word as something to be read.” — 

Edmond Jabès, From the Book to the Book, trans. Rosmarie Waldrop

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“Sometimes we have to wait for years,” said Red Tain, “before the minute which marked us finds its voice again. But then it speaks, and we cannot stop the flow of words.” — Edmond Jabès, The Book of Questions: Volume I (trans. Rosmarie Waldrop)


“A dream, like trying
to remember, breaks open words
for other,
hidden meanings.”
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Rosmarie Waldrop, from “The Ambition of Ghosts, I. Remembering into Sleep

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“The words emerge from her body without her realizing it, as if she were being visited by the memory of a language long forsaken.” — 

Marguerite Duras, Summer Rain

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“Words at night were feral things.” — 

Joy Williams, Honored Guest

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