My Telegraphic Epic

The hiatus since my last post kind of embodies the book that I am reviewing for Discourse: Leonard Lawlor's The Implications of Immanence develops a philosophy a life in opposition to the notion of "bio-power," arguing that death is at the heart of life in the "miniscule hiatus." His attentiveness to post-phenomenological critiques reminds me of my naive crush on Husserl and Derrida in my honors year. At the same time, I recall how I have somewhat abandoned phenomenology ever since then, a decision sealed by a certain English professor whose idea of the philosophy amounts to singing and not auto-affection.

Needless to say, I have been boggled by my inability to write expository papers of any sort. The demand for summarizing an extremely dense book into a 1000 words or so have turned the knots on my back to a "mound" -- a term I learnt from Mayee recently. My personal hiatus between fumbling and pain needs to be re-examined -- that is, if I stop waking up at the middle of the night to devour half-frozen food. Over the past week, I saw a friend off to green pastures and also nearly collapsed from the loss and subsequent gain of my legs, aka, a motor-vehicle in L.A. But as I talked to my mum earlier this evening, our laughter over Hong Kong zombie movies and doggy toothpastes suggests that the hiatus might be the only place to cope with break-downs after all.