We Don't Forget, But Something Vacant Settles

The Author Enters Into His Own Death, Writing Begins.

Is Not The Most Erotic Part Of The Body Wherever The Clothing Affords A Glimpse?

Tout Refus Du Langage Est Une Mort. Any Refusal Of Language Is A Death.

To Eat, To Speak, To Sing (need We Add: To Kiss?) Are Operations Which Have The Same Site Of The Body For Origin.

Le Langage Est Une Peau: Je Frotte Mon Langage Contre L'autre. Language Is A Skin; I Rub My Language Against Another Language.