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Sheep Tracks: A Multi-Species Impression
- Julian Yates (author)
Chapter of: Animal, Vegetable, Mineral: Ethics and Objects(pp. 173–209)
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Title | Sheep Tracks |
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Subtitle | A Multi-Species Impression |
Contributor | Julian Yates (author) |
DOI | https://doi.org/10.21983/P3.0006.1.09 |
Landing page | https://punctumbooks.com/titles/animal-vegetable-mineral-ethics-and-objects/ |
License | https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ |
Copyright | Yates, Julian |
Publisher | punctum books |
Published on | 2012-05-07 |
Long abstract | By chance, I wrote these last words on the rim of Vesuvius, right near Pompeii, less that eight years ago. For more than twenty years, each time I’ve returned to Naples, I’ve thought of her. Who better than the Gradiva, I said to myself this time, the Gradiva of Jensen and of Freud, could illustrate this outbidding in the mal d’archive? Jacques Derrida, Archive Fever: A Freudian Impression Here, in a postscript to Archive Fever, Jacques Derrida tells an autobiographical or pseudo-autobiographical story of how it is that he came to write these words. Covering his tracks as he appears to uncover them, back-tracking over the marks on paper that are now variously hosted in print and electronic media, he winks at us. Was he there on that rim, above that very volcano? Did his own mal’ d’archive lead him to a supposed origin—an origin that reduces his Neapolitan jaunts to a repetition compulsion? As we read them, Derrida’s tracks flicker in and out of being, and by that flickering they seem to speak for themselves, to be more curiously present, if only to the moment of encounter we name “reading.” |
Page range | pp. 173–209 |
Print length | 37 pages |
Language | English (Original) |
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