My Heart Born Naked Was Swaddled In

All Nationalisms Are At Heart Deeply Concerned With Names: With The Most Immaterial And Original Human Invention. Those Who Dismiss Names As A Detail Have Never Been Displaced; But The Peoples On The Peripheries Are Always Being Displaced. That Is Why They Insist Upon Their Continuity - Their Links With Their Dead And The Unborn.

The Happiness Of Being Envied Is Glamour. Being Envied Is A Solitary Form Of Reassurance. It Depends Precisely Upon Not Sharing Your Experience With Those Who Envy You. You Are Observed With Interest But You Do Not Observe With Interest - If You Do, You Will Become Less Enviable. In This Respect The Envied Are Like Bureaucrats; The More Impersonal They Are, The Greater The Illusion (for Themselves And For Others) Of Their Power. The Power Of The Glamorous Resides In Their Supposed Happiness: The Power Of The Bureaucrat In His Supposed Authority.

To Be Naked Is To Be Oneself. To Be Nude Is To Be Seen Naked By Others And Yet Not Recognized For Oneself. A Naked Body Has To Be Seen As An Object In Order To Become A Nude. (the Sight Of It As An Object Stimulates The Use Of It As An Object.) Nakedness Reveals Itself. Nudity Is Placed On Display. To Be Naked Is To Be Without Disguises.

The Essence Of Songs Is Neither Vocal Nor Cerebral But Organic. We Follow Songs In Order To Be Enclosed. We Find Ourselves Inside A Message. The Unsung, Impersonal World Remains Outside, On The Other Surface Of A Placenta. All Songs, Even When Their Content Or Rendering Is Strongly Masculine, Operate Maternally.

Do You Know The Legend About Cicadas? They Say They Are The Souls Of Poets Who Cannot Keep Quiet Because, When They Were Alive, They Never Wrote The Poems They Wanted To.