It Is Meaningless To Speak

We Must Escape And Help Others To Escape The Two Readymade Formulas Of The Pure Sexual Encounter And The Lovers' Fusion Of Identities.

We Demand That Sex Speak The Truth And We Demand That It Tell Us Our Truth, Or Rather, The Deeply Buried Truth Of That Truth About Ourselves Wich We Think We Possess In Our Immediate Consciousness.

Truth Is Not By Nature Free - Nor Error Servile - But That Its Production Is Thoroughly Imbued With Relations Of Power.

A Critique Is Not A Matter Of Saying That Things Are Not Right As They Are. It Is A Matter Of Pointing Out On What Kinds Of Assumptions, What Kinds Of Familiar, Unchallenged, Unconsidered Modes Of Thought The Practices That We Accept Rest.

The Constitution Of Madness As A Mental Illness, At The End Of The Eighteenth Century, Affords The Evidence Of A Broken Dialogue, Posits The Separation As Already Effected, And Thrusts Into Oblivion All Those Stammered, Imperfect Words Without Fixed Syntax In Which The Exchange Between Madness And Reason Was Made. The Language Of Psychiatry, Which Is A Monologue Of Reason About Madness, Has Been Established Only On The Basis Of Such A Silence.