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The symphony is any form that isn't explicitly anything else. The novel is any text that isn't poetry or a play. (Ok, ok, with qualifications.) Dislike defines us, not like. Colour we see is the colour that isn't reflected. We prize originality, which is what hasn't been said before. the strongest faiths rest on doubt. Sculpture, like analysis, is the process of removing the extraneous, that which hinders the distinguishing of coherent shape. Suspense - and narration too - are knowing what not to tell. Sexiness is what not to show. Horror is what you don't see. Mourning a feeling about what we don't have. Loss is the only feeling we can truly apprehend:

XXX: "What is literature?"
Derrida: "Put it this way; we know what it isn't."

12:55 pm

I'm hungry and I'm wondering what kind of lunch I can afford to buy? It's a silly question, of course, because I know that the kind of lunch I can afford to buy is actually no lunch at all. But for some reason (for quite a few, really) I'm going to choose to ignore that. I used to enjoy hungering so much that I would deliberately not eat so as to defer the gratification further.

Out of interest, what kind of defer-ance is that?