It Is No Longer The Sexual Which

A Paradox: The Same Century Invented History And Photography. But History Is A Memory Fabricated According To Positive Formulas, A Pure Intellectual Discourse Which Abolishes Mythic Time; And The Photograph Is A Certain But Fugitive Testimony.

…the Book Creates Meaning, The Meaning Creates Life.

Who Speaks Is Not Who Writes, And Who Writes Is Not Who Is.

Is Not The Most Erotic Portion Of A Body Where The Garment Gapes? In Perversion (which Is The Realm Of Textual Pleasure) There Are No "erogenous Zones" (a Foolish Expression, Besides); It Is Intermittence, As Psychoanalysis Has So Rightly Stated, Which Is Erotic: The Intermittence Of Skin Flashing Between Two Articles Of Clothing (trousers And Sweater), Between Two Edges (the Open-necked Shirt, The Glove And The Sleeve); It Is This Flash Itself Which Seduces, Or Rather: The Staging Of An Appearance-as-disappearance.

I Want A History Of Looking. For The Photograph Is The Advent Of Myself As Other: A Cunning Dissociation Of Consciousness From Identity. Even Odder: It Was Before Photography That Men Had The Most To Say About The Vision Of The Double. Heautoscopy Was Compared With An Hallucinosis; For Centuries This Was A Great Mythic Theme.