Monday, January 25, 2010

the "play of life" ...

"Because it has always already begun, representation therefore has no end. But one can conceive of the closure of that which is without end. Closure is the circular limit within which the repetition of difference infinitely repeats itself. That is to say, closure is its playing space. This movement is the movement of the world as play .... This play of life is artistic.

(Jacques Derrida, "The Theater of Cruelty." Writing and Difference. Trans. Alan Bass. p. 250)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

alô marco! reabri meu blog, dá uma olhada: . abraço!