I'm No Prophet. My Job Is Making

The Lyricism Of Marginality May Find Inspiration In The Image Of The Outlaw, The Great Social Nomad, Who Prowls On The Confines Of A Docile, Frightened Order.

... We Are Obliged To Produce The Truth By The Power That Demands Truth And Needs It In Order To Function: We Are Constrained, We Are Condemned To Admit The Truth Or To Discover It. Power Constantly Asks Questions And Questions Us; It Constantly Investigates And Records; It Institutionalizes The Search For The Truth, Professionalizes It, And Rewards It. ... In A Different Sense, We Are Also Subject To The Truth In The Sense That Truth Lays Down The Law: It Is The Discourse Of Truth That Decides, At Least In Part; It Conveys And Propels Effects Of Power.

There Is A Sort Of Myth Of History That Philosophers Have.... History For Philosophers Is Some Sort Of Great, Vast Continuity In Which The Freedom Of Individuals And Economic Or Social Determinations Come And Get Entangled. When Someone Lays A Finger On One Of Those Great Themes--continuity, The Effective Exercise Of Human Liberty, How Individual Liberty Is Articulated With Social Determinations--when Someone Touches One Of These Three Myths, These Good People Start Crying Out That History Is Being Raped Or Murdered.

[t]ruly To Escape Hegel Involves An Exact Appreciation Of The Price We Have To Pay To Detach Ourselves From Him. It Assumes That We Are Aware Of The Extent To Which Hegel, Insidiously Perhaps, Is Close To Us; It Implies A Knowledge, In That Which Permits Us To Think Against Hegel, Of That Which Remains Hegelian. We Have To Determine The Extent To Which Our Anti-hegelianism Is Possibly One Of His Tricks Directed Against Us, At The End Of Which He Stands, Motionless, Waiting For Us.

Knowledge Is Not Made For Understanding; It Is Made For Cutting.