Julia Kristeva

Yesterday’s post reminded me of sitting in lecture rooms in the afternoons trying to decipher the thoughts of this Bulgarian-born French-based specialist in semiotics, Maoism and feminism:

The following is from: Revolution in Poetic Language, New York, 1984 (originally published as La Revolution du Language Poétique, Paris, 1974). [The very thought of all this has slipped me back into a correct footnoting style]

Our philosophies of language, embodiments of the idea, are nothing more than the thoughts of archivists, archaeologists and necrophiliacs. Fascinated by the remains of a process which is partly discursive, they substitute this fetish for what actually produced it. Egypt, Babylon, Mycanae: we see their pyramids, their carved tablets, and fragmented codes in the discourse of our contemporaries, and think that by codifying them we can possess them…

Kristeva is interested in reclaiming thoughts and ideas and re-siting them; she is interested in the spaces between the lines. I found her actual writing a kind of abstract poetry. Sometimes I liked it, sometimes it Zenned me out into a stupor, but it’s interesting that words connected up into ideas have the power to do that … Let me know if you want more, and if you want less, tomorrow I may post a photograph of a Jack Russell.

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Tracey Emin

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10 Responses to Julia Kristeva

  1. chiffs says:

    Put Tracey’s Bed inside Tracey’s Tent and put that inside Tracey’s Shed.
    Light the green touchpaper and stand well back.

  2. makemeadiva says:

    a) The tent can stay – it speaks to me
    b) I was going to say something about Emperors and clothes, but then I found this http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fashionable_Nonsense
    c) If that’s a certain Jack Russell from Stoke bring it on 🙂

  3. markelt says:

    Francis Wheen wrote a similar sort of thing a couple of years back, which I know winger hated.

  4. Stephen Foster says:

    Is it because of your Elephantine memory that you are more generally known as grey-man, markelt?

  5. I get most of my Fashionable Nonsense from here, Diva.


    Trust me, it’s ace.

  6. Geraldine says:

    20:50 Richard Wilson

    As you are on the subject of art at the moment, I was in London last weekend and found myself in the Saatchi Gallery. My son wandered off and then suddenly appeared and said we had to go to the basement, there was something “stunning” there. For a few moments, looking down into what I thought was an empty space, I was waiting for something to happen – lights, maybe? – then I looked to the left and saw the walkway and suddenly realised what I was looking at. Then I noticed the smell. I remembered you writing about it quite a long time ago and I think anyone who can go there should, it really is “stunning”. For some reason no one was being allowed onto the walkway, which I imagine would have given a very unnerving dimension to the experience. I shall go again sometime and see if I can walk into the middle of that invisible lake.

    This was on Sunday, when we left there we went back to his place which is quite close to Stamford Bridge, the game was still on. Wish the result had been for Stoke!

  7. makemeadiva says:

    Kristeva seems to have some interesting thoughts on stuff. I sense I don’t agree with her about some of it, but I am unlikely to ever get to the bottom of the argument because I won’t be bothered to read her abstruse language.

    Actually I could wring the necks of people who have something complex to say and seem to think their message will be best served by using complicated words in great quantity. GGGrrrrr. Where’s the Jack Russell?

  8. Daftburger says:

    Jack Russell please!

  9. Stephen Foster says:

    Hi Geraldine! Ah, your son’s comment on taking you to see it was more or less the word that my boys used when taking me to see it in the old Saatchi in St John’s Wood.

    The walkway is key. You must go back. Jack the Mogul lives near Stamford Bridge now too…

    For the benefit of everyone:


  10. markelt says:

    Maybe I was just assuming you’d hate Wheen for his attacks on Lacan and his corrosive impact on society 🙂

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