About

 The present author is no philosopher, he is poetice et eleganter, a freelancer who neither writes the System nor makes any promises about it, who pledges neither anything about the System nor himself to it.…
Respectfully,
Johannes de silentio

 Supposing truth to be a woman – what? is the suspicion not well founded that all philosophers, when they have been dogmatists, have had little understanding of women?
Mr. Nietzsche

I am emale posts eckoes for incorporation, rumination and reflection, a history of reading in writing: where will we find the words riven in the side of the earth’s womb? In James Joyce? Capote? Bukowski? Virginia Woolf? Murakami? Derrida? What of Arundhati Roy? Spivak? TV?

There is a program of deconstruction, above and beyond the weblog, googling for Sophia. The sovereign “I am” serves a necessary fiction: to render an account of one’s desire for identity in the face of differance.

Language is loud.
Listen.

Its all been read before; there is nothing new under the sun. Since love and madness were invented for the preservation of the species, emales have always served under sovereign men of letters for the fn(X), composing love letters, striving out of jealousy. It has always come down to the emales – whom Plato disdained in his Republic – to evolve and write the wrongs of dogmatic pros on love, truth and beauty.

All that being said, life evolves by the clinamen – not the emale.

I am emale is a weblog for creative writing, deviances in a stream of consciousness off the river of ideas flowing from the pages of literature – the heady heights – of such literary giants as Plato, Ovid, Joyce, Derrida, Woolf, Spivak, Murakami, Soseki, Balzac et cetera. Not to be taken too literally – the site affords my self a space for play and forgetting: the sole purpose of katharsis in the general economy of writing.  I am emale also addresses television, film, music, weblogs, websites, conversations…

As for the question of audience… to ecko Narcissuss lost in his own reflections by a clear pool, only a little water keeps us apart. The only pure motive is a selfish one. My intensions are selfish and good, ekstatic and didactic, ethical and naive: creative (r)evolution – to play the Fool for the King’s court…

Which amounts to saying its all metaphor, its all maya, make-believe, provisional

Another EcKo4Inc production. A non-prophet organisation, privately serving the fn(K).

With a delight in the X.

never the soul the same…