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Sixty-four

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The New Yorker of September 13 published excerpts of the journals of Roland Barthes about mourning his mother, Henriette, who died at eighty-four, in October, 1977.

Barthes wrote: “The truth about mourning is quite simple: now that maman is dead, I am faced with death (nothing any longer separates me from it except time)."

Barthes died on February 25, 1980. He was sixty-four.


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Lots of people have irrational thoughts Arnon.
Milan
Instead of commenting on this site you could start reading Barthes.
Arnon
I will look him up, thanks for the tip;)

I see he lived with his mother all his live.....that seems a bit, well, strange. Poststructuralism and the ''dead of the author'' is interesting, the reader is the key-person, that's true i think.
And yet he wrote "Le mort de l'auteur" in 1968. He started dying before his mother did.
When my mother died, people said to me, "I'm sorry you lost your mother." Absurd. It sounded like I had misplaced her. Actually, death helped me find her again. Now she is in my mind in all her different ages.

I just keep looking both ways when I cross the street, like she taught me. We all have to dodge reckless laundry trucks.

I still have somewhere ' L'empire des signes' on my bookshelf. Maybe time to reread it. There is a wine stain on the cover. I always saw it as a hidden message.
The Barthes Messiah
I finished reading The Jewish Messiah about a week ago, and I feel there is only one way of interpreting the novel to truly appreciate its esthetics.

To declare death to the author of The Jewish Messiah is to install hope that one can come up with a more compelling interpretation of the story that resonates far beyond any truth, or sense of literature for that matter.

Not hope is the last to die, but despair is that which outlives everything else.
hi hope yr well
you might want to check out hollie stevens and mandy mitchell.. hollie has been my myspace friend FIVE years!
are you coming to the superbowl?
it's pretty anthropological
“Literature is without proofs. By which it must be understood that it cannot prove, not only what it says, but even that it is worth the trouble of saying it.” Roland Barthes
Proof
After my mother died, I dreamed a few times about her. In my last dream I saw her frisking on the grass in a modest garden. I knew then that she had reached her final destination: the Paradise of Fools. May the Lord have mercy on her soul, forever.
Steve
I like your comment very much.
Steve
How would you respond when someone tells you that he's lost his mother?
Hardly any difference between 'Gerso', our government and the comments on this site. 'A confederacy of dunces'. Strange references to a text of Chomsky - the original text isn't mentioned anywhere. 'Ten strategies of manipulation' : http://nucleodecomunicacaomarginal.blogspot.com/2010/07/chomsky-and-strategies-10-handling.html
Jan Allemagne
You haven't lost her. She is with you always.
The argument of him (bringing him closer to death) seems almost a bit of an insult towards his family/mother....but then i would have to read it to be sure about what he meant. Maybe she kept him subconsciously from thinking about this, his mortality, while she was still alive. I would not recommend telling your parents this though;)