ANNA WALKER
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“Memory that I am, yet that I also wait for, toward which I go down toward you, far from you, space of that memory, of which there is no memory, which holds me back only where I have long since ceased to be… as though you, who perhaps do not exist, in the calm persistence of what disappears, were continuing to turn me into a memory and search for what could recall me to you, great memory in which we are both held fast, face to face, wrapped in the lament I hear:”

Maurice Blanchot; The Last Man
(Translated by Lydia Davis, 1987, 
Originally published as Le Dernier Homme, Gallimard, Coll. Blanche, 1957 p70)



  • About death, life and other things
  • News 'n' stuff
  • Retracing My Parent's Steps
  • 'Memory that I am'
  • Witness
  • Papers, Essays and Links
  • Six Fragments/ Remembering
  • Chapter 1
  • Earlier work
  • Contact