‘Mich bestürzt es sehr, that my readers introduce themselves too freely, that there is a certain aggression in my writing. For me, writing is an extremely gentle one, subdued activity. I feel like velvet, if I write. I'm very familiar with the idea of velvety writing, it lies on the boundary between the affective and the perceptive, haunts my writing project incessantly, she directs my writing at the moment of writing. The velvety is a normative feeling for my writing. And that's why I'm amazed, when people a rather dry, find biting writing with me. But now that I think about it, then i believe, that they are still right. Presumably the old legacy of the scalpel lies in my pen. Ziehe ich auf dem weissen Papier dieselben aggressiven Zeichen, die mein Vater in den Körper der andern schnitt, wenn er operierte? ( ———
—–) Maybe for me the piece of paper is the body of the others.