What Love Lays Bare In Me Is

As A Jealous Man, I Suffer Four Times Over: Because I Am Jealous, Because I Blame Myself For Being So, Because I Fear That My Jealousy Will Wound The Other, Because I Allow Myself To Be Subject To A Banality: I Suffer From Being Excluded, From Being Aggressive, From Being Crazy, And From Being Common.

In Front Of The Photograph Of My Mother As A Child, I Tell Myself: She Is Going To Die: I Shudder, Like Winnicott's Psychotic Patient, Over A Catastrophe Which Has Already Occurred. Whether Or Not The Subject Is Already Dead, Every Photograph Is This Catastrophe.

I Make The Other’s Absence Responsible For My Worldliness.

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

Rarely Do Outside Of School Remedies Work Their Way Into The Fabric Of The Schools Or Into The Teachers Lives, And More Rarely Into The Classrooms. Therefore They Only Offer A Modest Hope Of Influencing The Basic Culture Of The School