Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 9hAt night—Miss MacIntosh, My Darling. “Every crack might suddenly be the abyss.” 190
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 21h“He selects for himself new languages to be silent in.” —Elias Canetti 0122
Reposted by Christina Tudor-Sideriminor literature[s] @minorliteratures.bsky.social · 21hMonthly Dispatch #38 out NOW! feat. @katewagner.wehwalt.net @lucykulwiec.bsky.social @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social Nate Lippens, Dragan Aleksić (tr. David Vichnar) Susan Finlay, Adrian Duncan, Denise Rose Hansen & more ... minorlits.substack.com/p/monthly-di... 076
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 30/09/2026“Wonderful to arise half asleep, to sit at my desk half asleep, to write half asleep.” 0110
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 30/09/2026Canetti in the early hours. “A writer who doesn’t have a wound that’s always open is no writer for me,” he writes in Notes from Hampstead. 1182
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 27/09/2026There is, of course, no making sense of it, and that is not even how one should frame it, but the ghost demands a home anyway, and what better place to shelter a ghost than in introspection? 050
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 27/09/2026I have yet to make sense of whether this is a cruelty or a tenderness, the fact that what you most relive is this eternal phantom memory of that which was never lived at all. The grief has nowhere to go with this collapse. And so, yes, higher than actuality stands possibility. 280
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 27/09/2026Nothing forms you as the nonevent forms you. A nonnight in a noncity in a nonroom, and the nongesture goes on happening forever. No moment is as eternal as the unfulfilled moment. 1203
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 26/09/2026“his manuscripts and diaries are here with me” Milena to Max Brod; tr. Philip Boehm 0100
Reposted by Christina Tudor-Sideriwordkunst @wordkunst.bsky.social · 24/09/2026September's End 2026 #analogcollage #collage 15212
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 26/09/2026“A new beginning can only mean that we have, in all innocence, forgotten the beginning. In any case, beginning means forgetting,” writes Jabés. “We think we begin, whereas we always start over, with both what is manifest and what withdraws into its night.” (tr. Rosmarie Waldrop) 070
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 26/09/2026How dizzying the twists and turns of endless beginnings— 091
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 26/09/2026Rilkean bibliomancy in the afternoon 0122
Reposted by Christina Tudor-SideriS.D. Stewart @sd-stewart.bsky.social · 24/09/2026Up at Erratum Press today: my response to Ann Quin's novel Berg. 065
Reposted by Christina Tudor-SideriErratum Press @erratumpress.bsky.social · 24/09/2026ERRATUM is pleased to announce it has joined ScholarLed, a consortium of open access book publishers organised around a commitment to opening up research to diverse readerships and resisting the marketization of academic knowledge production. scholarled.org @scholarled.bsky.social 076
Reposted by Christina Tudor-SideriErratum Press @erratumpress.bsky.social · 25/09/2026SCHOPENHAUER by Nathan Knapp *out today* order here >> www.erratumpress.com/schopenhauer 062
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 24/09/2026In September and at night, Béla Tarr’s Almanac of Fall. “What can you do but dream?” 091
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 24/09/2026Marguerite Duras on nighttime reading: “The darkness around you adds greatly to the absolute passion that develops between you and the book.” 15517
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 22/09/2026“One would have said that everything was destroyed, but that everything was beginning again as well. Time, coming forth from its lakes, rolled her in an immense past…” (Thomas the Obscure) 091
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 22/09/2026“You will never know what you have written, even if you have written only to find this out.” —Blanchot 0142
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 22/09/2026(Never too early in the year for Fanny and Alexander) 040
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 22/09/2026“I weep with fear because life is short, the days pass so quickly and nothing lasts forever.” 170
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 22/09/2026No, just the spam/scam AI-generated emails that keep coming lately… 010
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 22/09/2026I hate all this with every fiber of my being. Though this particular one ended right in the middle of a word, which was the only good thing about it. 040
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 22/09/2026As the kids say, RIP Maurice Blanchot, you would have loved this absolute unworking of the text: opening your inbox just to be greeted by endless variations of your own bio and book descriptions lazily remixed into long, hollow paragraphs under the guise of book club invitations. 240
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 22/09/2026“Before the work, the writer does not yet exist; after the work he is no longer there…” 090
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 22/09/2026On Maurice Blanchot’s birthday, I write about writing as a paradoxical act. 150
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 21/09/2026“through the graves the wind is blowing” 180
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 21/09/2026On September nights, I think of Eugène Ionesco. “We are at the mercy of the wind.” 070
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 21/09/2026Angst, Hélène Cixous; tr. Sophie Lewis 030
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 21/09/2026“I’d so like to tell him: My love, look at all these lives I’ve lost for you, and now I have none left, let me dream of a comeback. But as soon as I open my mouth, his name flies out, oblivion snatches and gulps it down. All the names who might love me are captured—and mine too.” 160
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 20/09/2026At night, in conversations and in the manuscript, I write again about the ocean of forgetting, then I remember Maria Stepanova. “The past rewilds itself, oblivion springs up out of it like a forest.” 082
Reposted by Christina Tudor-Sideriminor literature[s] @minorliteratures.bsky.social · 20/09/2026ICYMI — last week @ minor lits ... The Knife — @katewagner.wehwalt.net minorliteratures.com/2026/09/15/t... The Kept Hour: A Minor Study — @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social minorliteratures.com/2026/09/17/t...minorliteratures.comThe Kept Hour: A Minor Study — Christina Tudor-SideriI. To hold the relic is to hold a small, silver cylinder of contained space. Suspended from a coiled rope chain, the object rests against the skin, rising and falling with my breath. A pendant that… 0812
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 18/09/2026“Whether it is a question of the approach of another person or even of the approach of the absolute otherness of death, it is the body that opens itself and extends itself to the outside,” writes Jean-Luc Nancy. “This is its pure act.” 091
Reposted by Christina Tudor-SideriJoseph Schreiber @roughghosts.bsky.social · 18/09/2026"To choose a word is to trace the invisible pattern of rain falling over a dark sea; to capture a single drop before it is swallowed by the tide." Today, a luminous essay by @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social The Kept Hour: A Minor Study — Christina Tudor-Sideri minorliteratures.com/2026/09/17/t...minorliteratures.comThe Kept Hour: A Minor Study — Christina Tudor-SideriI. To hold the relic is to hold a small, silver cylinder of contained space. Suspended from a coiled rope chain, the object rests against the skin, rising and falling with my breath. A pendant that… 044
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 17/09/2026“Lost at sea, as they are… No body in the grave. The sea keeps them. They’re lost… because of the storm. It was ever thus.” Les feux de la mer (Jean Epstein, 1948) 072
Reposted by Christina Tudor-Sideriminor literature[s] @minorliteratures.bsky.social · 17/09/2026"The relic ceases to be an inert accessory; it becomes an extension of the body itself, a surrogate skin. The kept object acts as both a lock and a raw nerve ..." — @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social minorliteratures.com/2026/09/17/t...minorliteratures.comThe Kept Hour: A Minor Study — Christina Tudor-SideriI. To hold the relic is to hold a small, silver cylinder of contained space. Suspended from a coiled rope chain, the object rests against the skin, rising and falling with my breath. A pendant that… 065
Reposted by Christina Tudor-SideriErratum Press @erratumpress.bsky.social · 17/09/2026"There is an hour, late in the evening, as the object is returned to the nightstand, when its sudden absence against the hollow of the neck feels heavier than its physical mass." minorliteratures.com/2026/09/17/t... @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social excerpts from a forthcoming title at ERRATUMminorliteratures.comThe Kept Hour: A Minor Study — Christina Tudor-SideriI. To hold the relic is to hold a small, silver cylinder of contained space. Suspended from a coiled rope chain, the object rests against the skin, rising and falling with my breath. A pendant that… 072
Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 17/09/2026More on the book here: www.erratumpress.com/reliquaryerratumpress.comReliquary 041
![[presumably mid-July 1924]
Dear Herr Doktor:
I'm returning the book to you with thanks, please forgive me for not looking you up. I hardly think I could talk about Franz right now, and I'm sure you won't want to speak with me about him at this time either. With your permission, I'll let you know before I come to Prague in September. Please remember me kindly and please convey my best wishes to your wife, whom I once probably wronged without intending to. When you have the opportunity, please make sure my letters which belonged to Franz are burned; I trust you will do so, although of course this is nothing important. His manuscripts and diaries (not at all intended for me, since they were written before he knew me, about fifteen large notebooks) are here with me and, should you need them, are at your disposal. This is as he wished; he asked me not to show them to anyone but you and then only after he died. Perhaps you already know them in part.
Most cordial greetings and I remain yours in friendship
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