It is only because you risk losing it that your head is precious.
- Julia Kristeva, The Severed Head: Capital Vision
The writer is a phobic who succeeds in metaphorizing in order to keep from being frightened to death; instead he comes to life again in signs.
- from ‘Powers of Horror’ by Julia Kristeva (via sweet-gherkins)
I live a living death, my flesh is wounded, bleeding, cadaverized, my rhythm slowed down or interrupted, time has been erased of bloated, absorbed into sorrow … Absent from other people’s meaning, alien, accidental with respect to naive happiness, I owe a supreme, metaphysical lucidity to my depression.
- Julia Kristeva
Black Sun (via becausekendra)
The pronoun I is not seeking itself, it loses itself in a series of references to logical or political events that, within the framework of either the past or the present, determine a similar mobility of a subject propelled into the whirlwind of his own fragmentation and renewal…
- Julia Kristeva (via intolerablehope)
To worry or to smile, such is the choice when we are assailed by the strange; our decision depends on how familiar we are with our own ghosts.
- Julia Kristeva (via somelittlejoy)
I stressed the love situation and I still think I was right. Because its very disturbing to speak about love. People think that either you are a little bit ethereal or that you are not aware that there are struggles and hate and violence in the world and so on. Or that you are a little bit religious or something like that. Love has become the modern obscenity, it’s more obscene than sex, you can talk about sex and violence and that’s OK; everybody knows that exists, but love is too strange.
- Julia Kristeva | ‘Julia Kristeva in Conversation with Rosalind Coward’ in The Portable Kristeva (via derica)
I long to be master of my strange mood.
- Adapted and retrieved from The Dead by James Joyce.