"No, I will limit myself here to the aporia (to the barred passage, no pasarán: this is what aporia means)."
"...A date is mad, that is the truth.
And we are mad for dates.
For the ashes that dates are. Celan knew one may praise or bless ashes. Religion is not necessary for that. Perhaps because a religion begins there, before religion, in the blessing of dates, of names, and of ashes..."
"A date always remains a sort of hypothesis, the support for a by definition unlimited number of projections of memory."-JD
One wonders what Derrida might have thought and said these past few weeks, about the re-casting of a certain enigmatic slogan in the streets of France. One he always heard, after, as coming through Celan; one so clearly dear to his own heart. Who could forget those passages? But also, who would dare to write on them?
When Giovanna Borradori asked Derrida about September 11, and though I wonder if she realized it, what must have come first to his mind was another September, that of Celan's "Huhediblu"..."date of Nevermansday in September."
Another Long Sundayan has already remarked, in suitably derisive manner, on the subject of this slogan–itself a "veritable knot of radical associations"–being recently adopted on the interweb by a group of impressively soporific blowhards, so we needn't dwell especially there. Mark commented on the poem "Shibboleth", and later, Amie and I discussed "In Eins," which as Derrida notes is in fact a poem inside a poem, containing "Shibboleth", as it were, within.
No Pasarán. A slogan, a pebble, with unusual powers, or something of what Nancy calls "partage": to be capable of dividing, and at the same time blessing waters ("partition" and "partaking"...how often Derrida remarked on the theme of this...disastrous movement). Also Shibboleth, watchword, at once demarcating a certain line or border, and a community, one marked by an act of crossing over. A word Derrida also connects to necessary departure–departure from belonging, and in order to address the other. A word, a pebble, like a tombstone, seeking to mark a date...