Escalaborne: Mystical ejaculations for (and against) art and literature

Abstract

Thought probably is not any more that to look for an impasse and not for an exit. Making a basic distinction between writing/literature and the closely related thing/form, I come to say, in this fully (e)jaculatory writing, that any real writing (of letters that, on the other hand, already would be meteors, planetary sheets or beams of being and world in this one or that one book or literary universe) should not leave us another exit that to come in it, though only we get to lose us definitively. In fact, it will try demonstrating that the literature would be something that disappears somewhere between Proust and Joyce, though this disappearance already was meant in Flaubert and still in Balzac, becoming in a generic opening that we called Beckett.