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Madness of the Day by Maurice Blanchot
Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. The Madness of the Day by Maurice Blanchot. Jacques Derrida writes in Deconstruction and Criticism of The Madness of the Day that it is “a story whose title runs wild and drives the reader mad. La folie du jour is a story of madness, of th Jacques Derrida writes in Deconstruction and Criticism of The Madness of the Day that it is “a story whose title runs wild and drives the reader mad.
The Madness of the Day
La folie du jour is a story of madness, of that madness that consists in seeing the light, vision or visibility, to see beyond what is visible, is not merely ‘to have a vision’ in the usual sense of marness word, but to see-beyond-sight, to see-sight-beyond-sight.
The story obscures the sun. Paperback31 pages. Published January 1st by Barrytown Limited first published March 17th To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up.
To ask madneess readers madhess about The Madness of the Dayplease sign up. Be the first to ask a question about The Madness of the Day. Lists with This Book. This book is not yet featured on Listopia. Nov 27, Ilse rated it really liked it Shelves: Although I had not forgotten the agonizing contact with the day, I was wasting away from living behind curtains in dark glasses.
I wanted to see something in full daylight; I was sated with the pleasure and comfort of the half light; I had the same desire for the daylight as for water and air. And if seeing was fire, I required the plenitude of fire, and if seeing would infect me with madness, I madly wanted that madness. How did I get swallowed into this black hole of elusive para Although I had not forgotten the agonizing contact with the day, I was wasting away from living behind curtains in dark glasses.
How did I get swallowed into this black hole of elusive paradoxes while I gullibly thought I was going to read a story? Having recently read another of novella of Blanchot, De idylleI was ready for a another puzzling mental stretch but as ever keen on gently entering the mind and life of the nameless narrator not exactly for this cosmic yoga and ignorantly balancing on the rim of an abyss.
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Is my blancgot better than other people’s lives? I have a roof over my head and many do not. I do not have leprosy, I am not blind, I see the world — what extraordinary happiness! I see this day, and outside it there is nothing.
Who could take that away from me? And when this day fades, I will fade along with it — a thought, a certainty, that enraptures me. Seeing can be as desirable or undesirable as blindness. Unfortunately there is no way back into the comfort of familiar darkness and shadows. The Beloved Returns wonders, could it be that the bpanchot light is composed of darknesses, could it be that dear love is composed of nothing but impurities, that Newton after all was right stating there is nothing darker than light?
The worst thing was the sudden, shocking cruelty or the day; I could not look, but I could not help looking. To see was terrifying, ad to stop seeing tore me apart from my forehead to madnews throat. Blanchot wished each of blanchott literary works to be an enigma, to himself and to his readers.
But it’s when your throat is constricted with fear that you will learn to speak. I would prefer not to?
No stories, never again. The lithographies are from the Dutch artist Bram van Veldecreated to illustrate the Fata Morgana edition of La folie du jour.
View all 25 comments. Aug 16, Mariel rated it it was amazing Recommends it for: I was wasting away from living behind curtains in dark glasses.
Does anyone else get that feeling when someone is telling you about themselves? You could split off into two people, one who follows and ano I was wasting away from living behind curtains in dark glasses. You could split off into two people, one who follows and another stays behind.
This is who I am. It is the day and all the other days things are handed down to people who are in the right place at the right time. They are talking about how things will be. If part of you stands still you might see what they can’t see I really want to mean what it feels like if it is still living, uncertain. I had that feeling of multiple selves following him. Against the wall, into where there is behind doors and gesturing over heads.
A madman, he will say. I was madnes this. That used to be me, in a crowd. Voices say nod, yes you are that. I was once a happy person. Follow me into falling in the rabbit hole of the invisible cracks in the walls.
Sidewalks and breaking backs for those you don’t notice. Voices go this is what blnachot tell about yourself. A blinded man, sinking. Break off and go behind “This is what should have happened” justice.
The Madness of the Day – 50 Watts
Be silent and split off into doctors and there are so many kind of doctors to say what is wrong with you. I think of so many things at once when people speak about themselves. I had all of these thinking at once about what happens to a man when he’s fallen.
The thing about The Madness of the Day for me was this. Do you stay silent when you fall or do you fade away like must be millions of other people no one ever hears? I had this feeling about myself when I was briefly yhe of the newly blinded man getting his telephone answering job in the institution.
That was before there were the cracks big blaanchot to hold all of the other sick people. Hte down the street and there will be more. I had the right kind of feeling when Justice perches on his shoulders and there are possible angels for what should happen. What it looks like when people talk about themselves and you could see what really happened.
It doesn’t matter what will happen, if it is true or not. People are not selling you anything when they list off all of their attributes and keys to life. What it feels like against the wall is you him are trying to be in place long enough for some clarity. I had that feeling. I write that over daay over again on goodreads. I feel sick at trying to tbe smart. That would be fraudulent on my part. I don’t live on much more than half thoughts and twinges of feeling.
My mental limbs quivering and misery of my ever stupidity. The Madness of the Day was affecting to me. I didn’t want to blnachot review it because it is too big for me to know what really happens to someone else.
I never talk to anyone anymore because I feel blah blah blah all of the time. I didn’t feel blah blah blah. I felt this sick twisting of stuck in clarity I’ll never have. Human to human stuff or person to person, though none of it is ever real. And when this day fades, I will fade along with it—a thought, a certainty, that enraptures me. I have loved blannchot. I have lost them. I went mad when that blow struck me, because it is hell. But there was no witness to my madness, my frenzy was not evident: Sometimes I became enraged.
People would say to me, Why are you so calm? But I was scorched from head to foot; at night I would run through the streets and howl; during the day I would work calmly. View all 13 comments. Dwy 04, notgettingenough rated it really liked it Shelves: