Every Arc Bends Its Radian, Sergio De La Pava. 𝄐krimi𝄐politico𝄐terror&horripilation𝄐hagiographic detour𝄐pretentio

Sergio de la Pava’s book became involved in a series of déjà vus before the fact. This sign 𝄐 features heavily in the last part. I’d used it at outside light. There were other things. A line on constriction, after I’d  just written a line about a fabulous boa constrictor, headless, that we are in the coils of, after Deleuze’s “Postscript on the Societies of Control.” A post to come. And others . . . , like this quote:

Imprisoned by an assumption. Like we all are . . .

. . . today, further imbrications, another book, In Praise of Failure, Costica Bradatan. I’d been thinking about #UmoVideWrites, the nest of conscience which had become a nest of futility because this seems to be the most interesting thing about it.

NEST OF . . . forms from a series of interconnecting lifelines which converge on the minimum points, always a changing roster because a flexible net, a person needs. A kind of support structure to stop being blown away by the wind from paradise. Or the least luggage possible, to travel light, as Deleuze and Guattari say.

Umo Vide compares it to immanence. I think it more comparable to a body without organs. And it’s Beckettian, Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

It’s futile. To resist the wind blowing from paradise. Or, it’s to survive, to be glad of that one is, albeit temporarily. To say, I’m so glad I’m not dead. I mean spiritually dead.

A survival . . . nest . . . egg. Spirit.

A nest of futility. In praise of failure.

I suppose Sergio de la Pava’s novel is about the futility of conscience. And all these characteristics could just as easily belong to the NEST OF . . . as Every Arc Bends Its Radian: krimi, politico, terror & horripilation, even hagiographic detour, definitely pretentio