envoyer, s'envoyer, vois, voix
(Inspired by Jacques Derrida's Post Card)
When I send a letter to someone, it might not reach its intended destination. It might fall into 'wrong hands', into 'unknown hands', it might be just blown by wind and caught up in nettles, to become a fluttering, torn fragment of desires, of all that I felt. It might reach its destination but might not be opened for many days or many years even after. The destined person might not be that eager as I anticipate him to be. So how much is it a completed action when I send someone something? Does my sending imply the receiving? Then why do I feel so much pleasure in sending it, just in sending it? Why don't I feel the illusory transitivity of "envoyer quelque chose à quelqu’un”?
Why don’t I send myself, in that case? Even if I cannot avoid the chance of the recipient, at least the object is intact, it cannot be torn, and it will have some reason on its head, it can redirect itself to the quelqu’un. Why don’t je m’envoyer, or why does not one s’envoyer? Isn’t it possible?
When I say “I love you” to a girl, I give myself, for acceptance or rejection, to the girl; I send myself, whole and as I am, in the envelope that I have chosen to be in in front of her or as an open post card; yes, I send myself. But I might not strike the heart, I might never reach her, I might never convince her, or I might arrive late. It might be that late that by the time she recognises my marks on her, I would already have me suis envoyé to countless others in that long, tepid wait. By the time her voix does give utterance to what I waited for, the effort and the process might have become meaning much more to me than her final oui, and I may not vois her the same.
s'envoyer is also a slang to give oneself for sex. Why the intransitive usage? Since when you give yourself to someone for sex, you do it only for the pleasure of fucking, and don’t care to whom you are giving yourself? Can there be a legacy that can be left without leaving it? An intransitive laisser? Yes, je me laisse aller is possible, but when I let myself go, who guides me? In case there’s a destiny, it does not remain as intransitive; it’s only that I don’t know the quelque chose reserved for me. And in case there’s no destiny? The objects are random, desire’s random, nothing is planned. But still don’t I let myself go “on something”? Is the whole intransitivity concerned with intent, you mean to say? Yes, it rains, and the rain is not concerned with where it’s going to land; it does without intent, without thought, it just rains. But at the end of the day, isn’t there something that it is going to rain on? So, it’s intransitive for the principal actor/s and transitive for the third party observer? Anything?
When I send a letter to someone, it might not reach its intended destination. It might fall into 'wrong hands', into 'unknown hands', it might be just blown by wind and caught up in nettles, to become a fluttering, torn fragment of desires, of all that I felt. It might reach its destination but might not be opened for many days or many years even after. The destined person might not be that eager as I anticipate him to be. So how much is it a completed action when I send someone something? Does my sending imply the receiving? Then why do I feel so much pleasure in sending it, just in sending it? Why don't I feel the illusory transitivity of "envoyer quelque chose à quelqu’un”?
Why don’t I send myself, in that case? Even if I cannot avoid the chance of the recipient, at least the object is intact, it cannot be torn, and it will have some reason on its head, it can redirect itself to the quelqu’un. Why don’t je m’envoyer, or why does not one s’envoyer? Isn’t it possible?
When I say “I love you” to a girl, I give myself, for acceptance or rejection, to the girl; I send myself, whole and as I am, in the envelope that I have chosen to be in in front of her or as an open post card; yes, I send myself. But I might not strike the heart, I might never reach her, I might never convince her, or I might arrive late. It might be that late that by the time she recognises my marks on her, I would already have me suis envoyé to countless others in that long, tepid wait. By the time her voix does give utterance to what I waited for, the effort and the process might have become meaning much more to me than her final oui, and I may not vois her the same.
s'envoyer is also a slang to give oneself for sex. Why the intransitive usage? Since when you give yourself to someone for sex, you do it only for the pleasure of fucking, and don’t care to whom you are giving yourself? Can there be a legacy that can be left without leaving it? An intransitive laisser? Yes, je me laisse aller is possible, but when I let myself go, who guides me? In case there’s a destiny, it does not remain as intransitive; it’s only that I don’t know the quelque chose reserved for me. And in case there’s no destiny? The objects are random, desire’s random, nothing is planned. But still don’t I let myself go “on something”? Is the whole intransitivity concerned with intent, you mean to say? Yes, it rains, and the rain is not concerned with where it’s going to land; it does without intent, without thought, it just rains. But at the end of the day, isn’t there something that it is going to rain on? So, it’s intransitive for the principal actor/s and transitive for the third party observer? Anything?
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