In Its Function, The Power To Punish

Waiting Is Directed At Nothing: Any Object That Could Gratify It Would Only Efface It. Still, It Is Not Confined To One Place, It Is Not A Resigned Immobility; It Has The Endurance Of A Movement That Will Never End And Would Never Promise Itself The Reward Of Rest; It Does Not Wrap Itself In Interiority; All Of It Falls Irremediably Outside.

The Intellectual Was Rejected And Persecuted At The Precise Moment When The Facts Became Incontrovertible, When It Was Forbidden To Say That The Emperor Had No Clothes.

Homosexuality Appeared As One Of The Forms Of Sexuality When It Was Transposed From The Practice Of Sodomy Into A Kind Of Interior Androgyny, A Hermaphroditism Of The Soul. The Sodomite Had Been A Temporary Aberration; The Homosexual Was Now A Species.

The Lyricism Of Marginality May Find Inspiration In The Image Of The Outlaw, The Great Social Nomad, Who Prowls On The Confines Of A Docile, Frightened Order.

I'm Not Making A Problem Out Of A Personal Question; I Make Of A Personal Question An Absence Of A Problem.