Your Judgement Judges You And Defines You

We Are Our Choices.

I Wanted My Own Words. But The Ones I Use Have Dragged Through I Don't Know How Many Consciences.

For Forty Years I Was Conscripted By The Absolute, The Neurosis. The Absolute Is Gone. There Remain Countless Tasks Among Which Literature Is In No Way Privileged.

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.

You Must Be Like Me; You Must Suffer In Rhythm.