The things themselves often stammer or speak, sing or signify. The sky has the language of its cloud
The things themselves often stammer or speak, sing or signify. The sky has the language of its clouds, and the starlings that of their flight, and even the shoe has that of its expression. Objects are, or produce, a kind of vocabulary, one which we muddle. Language entails a double, or triple, or infinite “haze”– not simply the first translation of object to text, but the first translation of object (“the thing itself”) to the image which even precedes text; then, from that image to text (word and again and again, ad infinitum, into whatever image the reader finds there. Every first image (a) implicates the last (image b), hence the echo of language, but every last image does not conjure the first, hence, the opacity of language. But to say that language stops anywhere is to reify it. An image, especially a successful image, keeps coming, coming and coming and coming. -- source link
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