What Cannot Be Said Above All Must

The Traditional Statement About Language Is That It Is In Itself Living, And That Writing Is The Dead Part Of Language.

An Act Of Naming Should Quite Rightly Enable Me To Call Any-thing A Self-portrait, Not Only Any Drawing, 'portrait' Or Not, But Everything That Happens To Me, That I Can Affect, Or That Affects Me.

A Determination Or An Effect Within A System Which Is No Longer That Of A Presence But Of A Diffrance, A System That No Longer Tolerates The Opposition Of Activity And Passivity, Nor That Of Cause And Effect, Or Of Indetermination And Determination, Etc., Such That In Designating Consciousness As An Effect Or A Determination, One Continues - For Strategic Reasons That Can Be More Or Less Lucidly Deliberated And Systematically Calculated - To Operate According To The Lexicon Of That Which One Is De-limiting.

There Is A Future Which Is Predictable, Programmed, Scheduled, Foreseeable. But There Is A Future, L'avenir (to Come) Which Refers To Someone Who Comes Whose Arrival Is Totally Unexpected. For Me, That Is The Real Future. That Which Is Totally Unpredictable. The Other Who Comes Without My Being Able To Anticipate Their Arrival. So If There Is A Real Future, Beyond The Other Known Future, It Is L'avenir In That It Is The Coming Of The Other When I Am Completely Unable To Foresee Their Arrival.

The Poet…is The Man Of Metaphor: While The Philosopher Is Interested Only In The Truth Of Meaning, Beyond Even Signs And Names, And The Sophist Manipulates Empty Signs…the Poet Plays On The Multiplicity Of Signifieds.