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Maël Renouard

Psychopathologie de la vie numérique

Psychopathologie de la vie numérique. Une nuit de septembre 2016, je rêve que c’est la rentrée et que je dois donner un cours. Il y a des années que je n’ai pas enseigné. Je suis projeté là, in medias res, dans un établissement de nature indéterminée. Je n’ai absolument rien préparé ; je n’ai avec moi aucun livre, aucun crayon, aucune feuille de papier. Je n’ai jamais su improviser. J’ai longtemps espéré d’en être un jour capable, l’expérience et le temps ayant fait leur œuvre ; cela ne s’est pas produit. Quelquefois, par flemme ou parce que j’avais beaucoup à faire par ailleurs, j’ai repoussé indéfiniment la préparation d’un cours, en songeant alors, eh bien, à Dieu vat, ce sera l’occasion d’improviser – et le résultat n’a pas été heureux. L’épreuve s’annonce donc rude, mais, pour essayer de me rassurer, je l’aborde en jouant avec l’idée que cette fois-ci, enfin...

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Maël Renouard

On Memory Atrophy

Externalized memory had always proceeded by contractions, summaries, reductions, selections, breaks in flow, as well as by organization, classification, boiling down. Card catalogues reduced thousands of works to a few key notions; tables of contents contracted the hundreds of pages in a given book. The sign itself was the first abbreviation of experience. An epic stitched of words was an abbreviation of the war, the long years of which were reduced to a few nights of recitation; the written text that recorded the epic was a contraction of the oral narration which pushed aside its sensory richness, melody, life in a thousand details. In accumulating, every level of abbreviation reconstituted an infinite flow, a new dilation that would be contracted in its turn. From the plurality of pages to the index and the table of contents; from the plurality of books to card catalogues.

The abbreviated elements were further arranged, situated...

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»Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By knocking his sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaire, MAESTRO DI COLOR CHE SANNO. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it it is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see.


Rhythm begins, you see. I hear. Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs marching. No, agallop: DELINE THE MARE.


Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. BASTA! I will see if I can see.


See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world without end.«


James Joyce

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