I Speak Only One Language, And It

Monsters Cannot Be Announced. One Cannot Say: 'here Are Our Monsters,' Without Immediately Turning The Monsters Into Pets.

Who Ever Said That One Was Born Just Once?

Each Time This Identity Announces Itself, Someone Or Something Cries: Look Out For The Trap, Youre Caught. Take Off, Get Free, Disengage Yourself.

During The Fifteen Or Twenty Years In Which I Tried - It Was Not Always Easy With Publishers, Newspapers, Etc. - To Forbid Photographs, It Was Not At All In Order To Mark A Sort Of Blank, Absence, Or Disappearance Of The Image; It Was Because The Code That Dominates At Once The Production Of These Images, The Framing They Are Made To Undergo, The Social Implications (showing The Writer's Head Framed In Front His Bookshelves, The Whole Scenario) Seemed To Me To Be, First Of All, Terribly Boring, But Also Contrary To What I Am Trying To Write And To Work On.

If This Work Seems So Threatening, This Is Because It Isn't Simply Eccentric Or Strange, But Competent, Rigorously Argued, And Carrying Conviction.