Wilson<p>From Hypnos, by René Char.</p><p>Published in 1946, Hypnos was the French surrealist poet's diary of life on the Maquis, a leader of the underground French resistance. This is from the 2014 Mark Hutchinson translation.</p><p>I feel more held by this line than anything I've read recently. The idea that one might exist in pure relationality, in fleeting experience that is profoundly personal, but inherently exceeds individual subjectivity. The idea that relation and identification transcends not only species but taxonomy itself. It's also a queer, atheist sort of destiny, and it's quite humble.</p><p><a href="https://kolektiva.social/tags/Surrealism" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Surrealism</span></a> <a href="https://kolektiva.social/tags/Resistance" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Resistance</span></a> <a href="https://kolektiva.social/tags/ReneChar" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>ReneChar</span></a> <a href="https://kolektiva.social/tags/Fruit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Fruit</span></a></p>