mimetic theory and scapegoating
In this love affair the symbol is there from the begining, but I did not know it. The symbol is a sign of public aknowledgement. A nothingness. A César compression. A thing telling to the people that one is a true artist. The power of this love affair is to make us able to describe the exact state of our desire.
If we accept of course a plain debate upon this matter, a walk into the intimate council of sincerity. This proximity that was probably the voice Jesus heard at the begining.
Il y a très longtemps il y a avait un colporteur à Swaffham. Il fit un rêve qui disait: si tu vas à Londres, au London Bridge, et que tu restes là, tu vas avoir de très bonnes informations. Au début il ne fit pas attention au rêve. Le rêve se répétait. Le rêve le troublait, il décida de se rendre à Londres. Il resta au même endroit deux ou trois jours, mais il n’entendit aucune bonne nouvelle. Un marchant qui l’avait remarqué, lui demanda ce qu’il faisait. Le colporteur raconta son rêve au marchant. Le marchant explosa de rire et dit: je vais rêver que je suis à Swaffham. Je vois un chêne, je creuse et je trouve un trésor. Je suis un fou si je pars pour un long voyage à cause d’un rêve idiot. Le colporteur retourna dans son pays, creusa sous le chêne et trouva un trésor.
Long ago there was a peddler in Swaffham. He had a dream that said: if you go to London, London Bridge, and you stand there, you’ll have very good news. At first he paid no attention to this dream. The dream was repeated. The dream troubled him, he decided to go to London. He remained in the same place two or three days, but he heard no good news. A merchant who had noticed him, asked what he was doing. The peddler told his dream the merchant. The merchant burst out laughing and said: I’ll dream that I am in Swaffham. I see an oak, I dig and I found a treasure. I’m crazy if I go on a long trip because of a foolish dream. The pedlar returned to his country, dug under the oak tree and found a treasure.
