
Will someone please give this guy a dollar or a penny.
Homeless guy with a sense of humor, Where are the relevant authorities to take this guy off the street.

Will someone please give this guy a dollar or a penny.
Homeless guy with a sense of humor, Where are the relevant authorities to take this guy off the street.
No continuity, no immanence of sense to sense. Sense is body: it is exposed, detached, touched. And not the continuity of transcendence either, between sign and sense, between sign and what is beyond the sign, between sign of self and the self of the sign. But a corpus, an ectopic topography, serial somatography, local geography. Stains, nails, veins, hairs, spurts cheeks, sides, bones, wrinkles, creases, hips, throats. The part of the corpus do not combine into a whole, are not means to it or ends of it. Each part can suddenly take over the whole, can spread out over it, can become it, a whole -that never takes place. There is no whole, no totality of the body -but its absolute separation and sharing out [partage]. There is no such thing as the body. There is no body.
Instead, there are patient and fervent recitations of numerous corpuses. Ribs, skulls, pelvises, irritations, shells, diamonds, drops, foams, mosses, excavations, fingernail moons, minerals, acids, feathers, thoughts, claws, slates, pollens, sweat, shoulders, domes, suns, anuses, eyelashes, dribbles, liqueurs, slits, blocks, slicing, squeezing, removing, bellowing, smashing, burrowing, spoiling, piling up, sliding, exhaling, leaving, flowing _____
-Jean-Luc Nancy

Will someone please give this guy a dollar or a penny.
Homeless guy with a sense of humor, Where are the relevant authorities to take this guy off the street.