i. finally. know.
gibran:
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
boussole.
peu à peu j’arrivais à comprendre quoi au juste m’accablait.
la soudaine absence de repères pouvait être tracée à ton départ.
en guise de protection, mon corps s’alignait à la mémoire du tien.
je dors mieux ainsi. tu reviens quand?
nuestra lucha es epistémica y política.
after the weekend of flirting with disciplines that are not my own i am back to struggling with detail in the thesis. i wondered whether the shift toward the right will be marked in a decade or so by historians as the beginning of the demise of representational democracy, and the start of either great tyranny or something more worthwhile that i cannot as yet name that responded to this awful result.
i wonder.
i hate making up my mind about epistemology and general vocabulary today, because my agenda here is not political, but also bound to achieve drawing the phd to a close, so it’s absolutely interested.
the idea that i will be given shit if i choose particular words to describe a phenomenal world drives me a little mad.
postliberal? neoliberal? ordo-liberal?
peasants? villagers? rural dwellers?
political economy? power? asymmetry? inequality?
all index, in my little anthropological world, different bodies of literature that would send particular messages about what my intellectual project is. how i dislike being nailed down to one interpretation.
must write other things, less fixed, when i finish this. looking forward to that.
