Opening a can of worms with this post on the place of libraries within broader archival impulses. I owe my second ‘life’ (no, we have not entered Mark Z’s Metaverse yet!) as a ghost to a few lines of Jacques Derrida’s Archive Fever about the scholar of the future being willing to listen to ghosts, […]
My poor fragile white male librarian! I always feel for him on those days, like Wednesday this week, when he comes home, all twitchy with nervous energy, standing before the shelves I haunt with some kind of earnest expectancy in the hope of finding there some answer to a question he had just been confronted […]
O the virtue of ignorance! So much nothing in this Doom life! Here’s the thing: who’s going to read this? Ask anyone but me. By Hercules, no one, not one person, no single body. Either sing a duet or be dumb in silence. Nothing between. “How deplorable to be deploring of art!” (There’s no basket […]