From the Republic of Childhood, a tool? a weapon? a field?
We call these children’s games, not children’s work, but isn’t a child precisely one who doesn’t yet observe a clear distinction between what counts as labor and what counts as leisure? All children are poets in that sense. I’m asking you to locate your memory of that early linguistic instability of language as a creative and destructive force. I have done the reading, and the reading suggests that we always experience this power as withdrawing from us, or we from it — if we didn’t distance from this capacity it would signal our failure to be assimilated into the actual, adult world, i.e., we would be crazy.
It seems an echo of Kristeva’s chora here in Ben Lerner The Hatred of Poetry.
And so for day 1861