A steady, raining day (rare) for Kansas.  Filling it with Blanchot, Kafka, Beckett, Jabes, fervent standbys, companions in favorite times.  Stumbled across this while playing around with making a business card for myself (for a “Writer for Sustenance” – a “Heteroglossic Hominid”)…

for bloggers, then…

“right near the center lies a choice: to speak – a swift, unhesitating, irrevocable choice that leaves everything undecided…to choose speech turns out not to consist in choosing so much as in maintaining the wavering, undecided movement of the either-or (self-other)…What is it that must be said but not the only way it can be?…All that counts is to play; that means seriously.  Without reserve.”

-Ann Smock, What is There to Say?-