Its all been read before; today there is a crisis of masculine subjectivity but there is nothing new under the sun.
I am emale, is a site for sore eyes. Since love and madness were invented for the preservation of the species, emales have always strived to be men of letters, love letters striving out of jealousy. It has always been up to the poets - whom Plato disdained in his Republic - to write the wrongs of dogmatic pros.
"Supposing truth to be a woman - what? is the suspicion not well founded that all philosophers, when they have been dogmatists, have had little understanding of women?" Echoes of a dead philosopher... Nietzsche attempted to break with the metaphysical tradition of a platonic love for Sophia - it broke his mind before it broke his heart; he spent the last ten years of his life in a catatonia. Did Nietzsche thus enjoy - in his own words - the "good solitude"? God only knows... if thoughts had wings, we'd all be emales.
Contrary to the dogmatic interpretation of the philosophic tradition, emales are not the next step in some abstract neo-Darwinian evolution of the mind. Emales in fact stullify man's natural capacity to communicate telepathically, artistically, in poetry, poetic prose, prosaic static: that faculty has atrophied under the crutch of modern
telecommunications - thanks to emales. Life evolves by the clinamen - not the emale.
I don't really know - in fact - what to say for myself. This website may entrap one, allow others to see... to render an account, I am emale serves a necessary fiction in overcoming time and space - not some godless, postmodern wanker. There is a program involved here, above and beyond the computer, googling for a red-haired Sophia.
I am emale posts eckoes for incorporation, rumination and reflection, in the mirror pool of Nemesis, a history of reading in writing: where will we find the words riven in the side of the earth's womb? In James Joyce? Capote? Bukowski? Virginia Woolf? Murakami? Derrida? What of Arundhati Roy? Spivak? My beloved Sophia?
Language is loud.
Listen. I am emale.
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