guess who wrote this

This was sent to me by a friend (I have no time to read this nonsense on my own right now, though I may weigh in during the school year if the chance arises). I’ll give you one guess who wrote it:

“Like an indigestion that arrives, one that will have arrived, always already having afflicted the gut—an other on the inside, without form—like a spectre, rebellious and indivisible in its depropriation of form. For is there ever ‘indigestion’ as such, or only the positing of a certain interpretation of indigestion—the in-digestable, or that which cannot be carried apart (di-gerere) but which nevertheless must be endured as one (in-di-gerere), through the act of that is most properly called a kind of mourning, but a mourning for the self, a self-mourning or an auto-lamentation, whose tears (lamenta) never escape the eyes but only reinscribe them eternally.”

It is impossible to imagine this being read with a straight face 100 or even 50 years from now. (Heck, I can’t even do it today.)

[ADDENUM: No, it was my friend pranking me, not the philosopher himself. But he did it as a joke on the author, not as a joke on me. “It just seemed so plausible,” as he put it.]