The suitcase of dehiscent subject. : Liminalities and other movable borders in the interdiscursive wrong foot of Art and the Literature.

Abstract

As a minimum response, let's put it for case, maybe it isn't but, at least in this widespread unhomeless that a today us concerns, a kind of writing in act, a subjetivación in process, a truth in procedure or, finally, in work and unwork to the discourse under plagiarism for anticipation of any Event: the thing of reading, of seeing, of thinking and feeling. It's only that this subjective disaster, in the narcissist becoming of the History as the capital of the Ich bin, will have her meteoric back in The Literature (and the Art itself) as the capital of Es war or, in other words, the pain's capital. And also, it goes without saying, of the lacanian “hainamoration” (in english: hate-love-enamoration or “jealous-siance”). To every tragical Sublime, his sublime ridiculous. Because the Thing is broken, obviously. This is the very Idea.