I Have Not A Desire But A

Contemporary Poetry ... Tries To Transform The Sign Back Into Meaning: Its Ideal, Ultimately, Would Be To Reach Not The Meaning Of Words, But The Meaning Of Things Themselves. This Is Why It Clouds The Language, Increases As Much As It Can The Abstractness Of The Concept And The Arbitrariness Of The Sign And Stretches To The Limit The Link Between Signifier And Signified.

If I Acknowledge My Dependency, I Do So Because For Me It Is A Means Of Signifying My Demand: In The Realm Of Love, Futility Is Not A "weakness" Or An "absurdity": It Is A Strong Sign: The More Futile, The More It Signifies And The More It Asserts Itself As Strength.)

For The Photograph's Immobility Is Somehow The Result Of A Perverse Confusion Between Two Concepts: The Real And The Live: By Attesting That The Object Has Been Real, The Photograph Surreptitiously Induces Belief That It Is Alive, Because Of That Delusion Which Makes Us Attribute To Reality An Absolute Superior, Somehow Eternal Value; But By Shifting This Reality To The Past ("this-has-been"), The Photograph Suggests That It Is Already Dead.

There Is Only One Way Left To Escape The Alienation Of Present Day Society: To Retreat Ahead Of It.

I Cannot Classify The Other, For The Other Is, Precisely, Unique, The Singular Image Which Has Miraculously Come To Correspond To The Speciality Of My Desire. The Other Is The Figure Of My Truth, And Cannot Be Imprisoned In Any Stereotype (which Is The Truth Of Others).