In The Synagogue Of My Heart... I

We Must Learn To Speak The Language Women Speak When There Is No One There To Correct Us.

Other-love Is Writing's First Name.

We Must Kill The False Woman Who Is Preventing The Live One From Breathing.

If My Desire Is Possible, It Means The System Is Already Letting Something Else Through.

By Writing Her Self, Woman Will Return To The Body Which Has Been More Than Confiscated From Her, Which Has Been Turned Into The Uncanny Stranger On Display - The Ailing Or Dead Figure, Which So Often Turns Out To Be The Nasty Companion, The Cause And Location Of Inhibitions. Censor The Body And You Censor Breath And Speech At The Same Time. Write Your Self. Your Body Must Be Heard. Only Then Will The Immense Resources Of The Unconscious Spring Forth.