“No writing opens a passage without this bodily violence […] It is my body, this is my body. Every poem says, ‘‘This is my body,’’ and the rest: drink it, eat it, keep it in memory of me. There is a Last Supper in every poem, which says: This is my body, here and now. And you know what comes next: passions, crucifixions, executions. Others would also say resurrections …”
— Jacques Derrida, from “The Truth that Wounds” in Sovereignties in Question: The Poetics of Paul Celan (Fordham University Press, 2005)
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“No writing opens a passage without this bodily violence […] It is my body, this is my body. Every poem says, ‘‘This is my body,’’ and the rest: drink it, eat it, keep it in memory of me. There is a Last Supper in every poem, which says: This is my body, here and now. And you know what comes next: passions, crucifixions, executions. Others would also say resurrections …”
— Jacques Derrida, from “The Truth that Wounds” in Sovereignties in Question: The Poetics of Paul Celan (Fordham University Press, 2005)