Certain Readers Resented Me When They Could

Psychoanalysis Has Taught That The Dead – A Dead Parent, For Example – Can Be More Alive For Us, More Powerful, More Scary, Than The Living. It Is The Question Of Ghosts.

But Can One Not Conceive Of A Presence, And Of A Presence To Itself Of The Subject Before Speech Or Signs, A Presence To Itself Of The Subject In A Silent And Intuitive Consciousness? Such A Question Therefore Presupposes That, Prior To The Sign, And Outside It, Excluding Any Trace And Any Différance, Something Like Consciousness Is Possible.

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.

Deconstruction Never Had Meaning Or Interest, At Least In My Eyes, Than As A Radicalization, That Is To Say, Also Within The Tradition Of A Certain Marxism, In A Certain Spirit Of Marxism.

Certain Readers Resented Me When They Could No Longer Recognize Their Territory, Their Institution.