Adventures in immediate irreality
Literally just started reading Max Blecher's "Adventures in immediate irreality" (as translated by Michael Henry Heim), and it really hit me straight in the guts from the very beginning. I was not prepared for this, I'm excited.
Then, the terrible question of who I actually am comes alive in me like a totally new body with unfamiliar skin and organs. The answer requires a lucidity more basic and profound than that of the brain. Everything in my body capable of stirring stirs, struggles, and revolts more intensely, more fundamentally than in everyday life. Everything begs for a solution.
Ordinary words lose their validity at certain depths of the soul. Here I am, trying to give an exact description of my crises, and all I can come up with are images.