Nietzsche reminds us of the passing away of metaphor into a type of literality, into the illusion of truth itself, canonical and binding. Thus the greatest art in the everyday art of truth-making is the art of self-concealment of that art, the dying away of metaphor and figure to remain, at best, a ghost-like presence haunting the realness of reality.
But now the ghost emerges from the tomb full-bodied and winged in search of other theaters - theaters of bodies and embodiment where metaphor, reinvigorated, seeks literalization in order to remain alive with the haunting power of death.
"They've jumped the abyss, godammit!"
Just a quick hop and a jump from the marble tomb to her mountain-mass....
- Michael Taussig
2 comments:
A great use of "winged".I like this old Sufi one: May you wake each day with a Winged Heart...
Nice.
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