Deconstructing myself with the help of J. Derrida

THE MOTO,,,,,De·con·struc·tion. (dē′kən-strŭk′shən) A philosophical movement and theory of literary criticism that questions traditional assumptions about certainty, identity, and truth; asserts that words can only refer to other words; and attempts to demonstrate how statements about any text subvert their own meanings.

Deconstruction is defined as a way of analyzing literature that assumes that text cannot have a fixed meaning. An example of deconstruction is reading a novel twice, 20 years apart, and seeing how it has a different meaning each time. … A philosophical theory of textual criticism; a form of critical analysis.

forgive me God that I MESSED UP the brilliant philosophical writings of J. Derrida with my own miserable analogies by substituting in the above text the words “literature,text,seeing a novel”–by the printed red words below...

Deconstruction is defined as a way of analyzing ART that assumes that PICTURES cannot have a fixed meaning. An example of deconstruction is SEEING a PICTURE twice, 20 years apart, and seeing how it has a different meaning each time. … A philosophical theory of ART criticism; a form of critical analysis…the example in yellow here:

Art, for Derrida, has always been complicit with its philosophical determination, in that it has borrowed from philosophy the means with which to define, explicate, legitimate and historicise its practices. In this way all works of art are always already ‘textualised’ in the expanded sense Derrida gives to this term.28 Apr 2021

Incidentally I see now on the screen the movie “Je T’aime Je T’aime”, a french SF where the mean character is projected back in time…does backward in time make the same trick , namely is the data of his now (in the movie) influencing what he see in his “new now( backward time) ” with the after effect that he never knows what the past really was. Paraphrasing Derrida’s text: how is it I see and re-see my pictures and forget  what their meaning was ten minutes before? So I am constantly correcting and improving them to capture the perfect now.

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My above personal excursion  will not ad a single pixel of happiness to my screen …but seen from the perspective of enjoying some fun-tasme (my own neologism with it’s close relative orgasm} around the superb philosophy by J. Derrida, induce  me to put together “time travel -pictures -the perfect now-layers of meaning- Je T’aime- END”. I suppose my neurons where happy with this perfect unwanted shit…

BYE (English is not my native language )