Still Today, I Cannot Cross The Threshold

Surviving - That Is The Other Name Of A Mourning Whose Possibility Is Never To Be Awaited.

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.

The Only Attitude (the Only Politics--judicial, Medical, Pedagogical And So Forth) I Would Absolutely Condemn Is One Which, Directly Or Indirectly, Cuts Off The Possibility Of An Essentially Interminable Questioning, That Is, An Effective And Thus Transforming Questioning.

I Never Give In To The Temptation To Be Difficult Just For The Sake Of Being Difficult. That Would Be Too Ridiculous.

Learning To Live Ought To Mean Learning To Die - To Acknowledge, To Accept, An Absolute Mortality - Without Positive Outcome,or Resurrection, Or Redemption, For Oneself Or For Anyone Else. That Has Been The Old Philosophical Injunction Since Plato: To Be A Philosopher Is To Learn How To Die.