The khairein takes place in the name of truth: that is, in the name of knowledge of truth and, more precisely, of truth in the knowledge of the self. This is what Socrates explains (230a). But this imperative of self-knowledge is not first felt or dictated by any transparent immediacy of self-presence. It is not perceived. Only interpreted, read, deciphered. (Dissemination > Pharmakon by Jack Derrida)
Constancyは、これで1つのまとまり。段落がない。毎日一文づつ考えることにしよう。最初に全文を、明日一文を。そうして、Joseph Brodskyが詩を何だと考えたのかを、ここでもまた、考えてみよう。形式の意味をあれほど命に大切なものであることをSix Years LaterやA Songで知った詩人が、この詩ではすべての段落も行も取払い、Constancyの題のもとに、ひとつにまとめたということの意味は一体何だろうか。今書き始める前にわかることは、constancyとは、そのような概念だということである。そうしてこの変数は、Brodskyの命の引換券なのだ。
【原文】 Constancy Joseph Brodsky
Constancy is an evolution of oneユs living quarters into a thought: a continuation of a parallelogram or a rectangle by means --- as Clausewitz would have put it --- of the voice and, ultimately, the gray matter. Ah, shrunken to the size of a brain-cell parlor with a lampshade, an armoire in the メSlavie
a bed, a bedside table with little medicine bottles left there standing like a kremlin or, better yet, Manhattan. To die, to abandon a family, to go away for good, to change hemispheres, to let new ovals
volubly will the gray cell insist on its actual measurements, demanding daily sacrifice from the new locale, from the furniture, from the sihouette in a yellow dress; in the end --- from your very self. A spider revels in shading especially the fifth corner. Evolution is not a speciesユ adjustment to a new environment but oneユs memoriesユ triumph over reality, the ichthyosaurus pining for the amoeba, the slack vertebrae of a rain thundering in the darkness, past the mussed shells, tightly shut for the night, with their spineless, soggy, pearl-shrouding contents.