To return to the quote from Italo Calvino in an earlier post, he further says “The writer, too, would like to make works like this, because he does not believe in the self, or if he does believe in it he does not like it; and because he does not like the world, or if he does like it he does not believe in it. But he cannot manage to find the way.” What place is he talking about? As Jan Verwoert showed me, my own work is an infinitesimal edge between two empty places. Many such edges, which then fall into relation.
I think that the writer can make works like this; it may be difficult, but no more so than it is for the painter.