Notes on Benjamin and Intimacy

Abstract

It speaks in God, in translation, in violence, apparently everywhere and in
everything. There is, however, somewhere that language does not speak, or in which it speaks without speaking, but only implies—that is the realm of intimacy, where we imply that which we cannot say, but about which we also cannot remain silent. The question then becomes: Can we tolerate the suspension of language implied by intimation? And by intimacy?