To Eat Steak Rare . . .

The Author Enters Into His Own Death, Writing Begins.

The Text You Write Must Prove To Me That It Desires Me. This Proof Exists: It Is Writing. Writing Is: The Science Of The Various Blisses Of Language, Its Kama Sutra (this Science Has But One Treatise: Writing Itself).

The New Is Not A Fashion, It Is A Value.

What The Photograph Reproduces To Infinity Has Occurred Only Once: The Photograph Mechanically Repeats What Could Never Be Repeated Existentially.

I Am Interested In Language Because It Wounds Or Seduces Me.