Well, I dunno. Something in him has changed during his fireside musings. He's taken out of the hearth then returned (like a piece of coal which he almost seems to become, or certainly identifies with) and the change he has undergone is 'unnoticed'. You've got the rhyme there with changed/estranged too which seems significant somehowwhat do you make of the unexpected estranged blood @Benny B
🤥the lecture where he famously claims to have read all of Maximus in a single sitting the evening before the talk
🤥i dont have the foggiest idea, i tend not to rack my brains over those things tbh.
Seems relevant hereive read every essay on him there is and most of the ones on the white stones talk about him trying to do something along the lines of understanding the body as part of the landscape, or the man as an extension/outgrowth of the land, or some sort of weird Olsonian thing along those lines
it's like edging. as long as you can sustain yourself on the plateau all well and good but there comes a point where you give way to frustration and impatience, like, what's the point, i don't get it, he's a dick, fuck himI read 'a night square' recently and I enjoyed it, though Im not sure if I enjoyed because I enjoyed it or because I was excited that I approached understanding it. Reading Cinema 2 by Deleuze as well right now and running into the same quandary.