格言

IF 0.1 3区 文学 N/A LITERARY THEORY & CRITICISM
Daniel Liebert
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这里是内容的一个简短摘录,而不是摘要:警句丹尼尔·利伯特一个人独自承担的事情太多了。-安东尼奥·波尔基亚受上述安东尼奥·波尔基亚语录的启发,我暂时把警句作为各种“机智与文字”的游戏放在一边,来探索这个问题:“警句的写作能成为一种深刻严肃的内心生活活动吗?”我希望能捕捉到一个人独处时那种“太多”的感觉。我们所有人本质上都是如此可爱、不知所措的生物。太晚了,太快了。我曾经没有,但我永远不会再没有。丑陋的城市是关于人的丑陋观念。一个小男孩向小男孩的上帝祈祷。只有真理——还能有什么呢?这首诗的结尾是最古老的部分。就连这一粒老鼠粪便也是命中注定的。甚至连把手都没有;在这个世界上屏息一下就够了。这里唤起了其他地方的无限。我将死在我出生的地方——在媒体的世界里。如果我有自己的命运——我会多么喜欢那样!我的秘密不让我知道。我不想要我需要的,我讨厌我需要的。丹尼尔·利伯特,密苏里州圣路易斯安东尼奥·波奇亚,《声音》,变性人。Gonzalo Melchor,未发表的手稿,2008年。版权所有©2023约翰霍普金斯大学出版社…
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Aphorisms
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  • Aphorisms
  • Daniel Liebert

One man alone is too much for one man alone.

—Antonio Porchia1

Inspired by the Antonio Porchia quotation above, I have put aside aphorisms as varieties of "wit and word" games for a while to explore the question, "Can the writing of aphorisms be a profoundly serious activity of the inner life?" I hope to capture that "too-much-ness" of a man alone. We are all of us such intrinsically lovely, overwhelmed creatures.

It is too late too soon.Once I wasn't, but never again will I not have been.An ugly city is an ugly idea about man.A small boy prays to the God of small boys.There is only truth—what else could there be?The end of the poem is the oldest part of the poem.Even this pellet of mouse dung is a fated thing.Not even a handhold; a breathhold in this world is all.Here evokes infinite elsewheres. [End Page 463] I will die where I was born—in medias res.To have had a destiny—how I would have loved that!My secrets have secrets from me.I don't want what I need—I hate what I need.

Daniel Liebert St. Louis, Missouri

Footnotes

1. Antonio Porchia, "Voices," trans. Gonzalo Melchor, unpublished manuscript, 2008.

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期刊介绍: For more than a quarter century, Philosophy and Literature has explored the dialogue between literary and philosophical studies. The journal offers a constant source of fresh, stimulating ideas in the aesthetics of literature, theory of criticism, philosophical interpretation of literature, and literary treatment of philosophy. Philosophy and Literature challenges the cant and pretensions of academic priesthoods by publishing an assortment of lively, wide-ranging essays, notes, and reviews that are written in clear, jargon-free prose. In his regular column, editor Denis Dutton targets the fashions and inanities of contemporary intellectual life.
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