I Love Language As I Love Life

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.

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

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.

I Am Like A Child Ready For The Apocalypse, I Am The Apocalypse Itself, That Is To Say, The Ultimate And First Event Of The End, The Unveiling And The Verdict.

As Soon As We Cease To Believe In Such An Engineer And In A Discourse Which Breaks With The Received Historical Discourse, And As Soon As We Admit That Every Finite Discourse Is Bound By A Certain Bricolage And That The Engineer And The Scientist Are Also Species Of Bricoleurs , Then The Very Idea Of Bricolage Is Menaced And The Difference In Which It Took On Its Meaning Breaks Down.