Cartel of Defiance

cartel of defiance (noun): 1. In medieval combat, a formal declaration, delivered by herald, of a combatant's intention to fight and refusal to submit. 2. An electronic assemblage of engaged and enraged citizens. 3. An intertextual mode of reading, writing, and thinking that puts the current political, cultural, and personal moment in dialogue with text/art from the past in counterargument to the ahistorical Memory Hole into which America seems to have slipped.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

No Spin Zone


To Dunya and Razumikhin, Sonya's letters at first seemed somehow dry and unsatisfactory; but in the end they both found that they even could not have been written better, because as a result these letters gave a most complete and precise idea of their unfortunate brother's lot. Sonya's letter were filled with the most ordinary actuality, the most simple and clear description of all the circumstances of Raskolnikov's life at hard labor. They contained no account of her own hopes, no guessing about the future, no descriptions of her own feelings. In place of attempts to explain the state of his soul, or the whole of his inner life generally, there stood only facts -- that is, his own words, detailed reports of the condition of his health, of what he had wanted at their meeting on such-and-such a day, what he had asked for, what he told her to do, and so on. All this news was given in great detail. In the end the image of their unfortunate brother stood forth of itself, clearly and precisely drawn: no mistake was possible here, because these were all true facts.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment, Epilogue, trans. by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

That is a fact. And a fact is the most stubborn thing in the world.

-- Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita (translated by Burgin and Tiernan O'Connor... abw concurs), Ch. 23, Satan's Grand Ball

5:31 PM  
Blogger &y said...

A young man of seventeen in Sunday school
Is being taught the Golden Rule
By the time another years gone around
It may be his turn to lay his own life down.
Can you blame the voice of youth for asking:
"What is truth?"

-- Johnny Cash, What is Truth?

Thanks, WG. "Anonymous" just meant I didn't have a Blogger account. I hadn't yet sunk to this level of the mania. But it was time. If I've done things right, my "chosen identity" should now be &y and this should appear as a Blogger comment.

Oh. If you've ever seen an &y blog, it was not me. Alas. There's one in my head (now, I hope, also signed-up-for and crudely hidden from the world here at blogger), but I don't have the time or the personal need to do a "real" blog right now. When it happens, it will be like Juan Cole on science (one of those types of blogs.)

Thanks again for the kind welcome.

12:02 AM  

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