'Infantilisms concerns the work of serious culture, which for the philosopher Charles Fourier (the presiding spirit here) is deathly. Infantilism , by contrast, is the work of the passions (work as passion, which is true poesis ): Fourier’s ‘little hordes.’ Blake had a similar idea of ‘infantile’ joyousness in doing & making, in revolt against the Iron-Clad Laws. Infantilisms is a poetic refusal of all such Laws & their dour, sarcastic, humourless notaries. At its heart lie feelings of tenderness. A writer can only be a fool according to the exigencies of the epoch they’re bequeathed, but only a child can write poetry. Everywhere the work of mourning has turned to so much schadenfreude: what good’s Literature than can bring only flowers to its own funeral? Do not draw comfort from watching the little children play — join their wild dance' (Publication summary)
