I Hate Victims Who Respect Their Executioners.

To Read A Poem In January Is As Lovely As To Go For A Walk In June

It Is Certain That We Cannot Escape Anguish, For We Are Anguish.

The Way, Applicable In Our Non-revolutionary Societies, To Prepare For The Time When Everyone Will Read, Is To Pose Problems In The Most Radical And Intransigent Manner. This Is What Alain Badiou Has Just Done In Almagestes, Where He Puts Language On Trial With An Intention Of Cleansing, Of Catharsis.

Everything Comes To Us From Others. To Be Is To Belong To Someone.

Man's Existence Precedes His Essence