The Knowledge That There Is

I Identify Myself In Language, But Only By Losing Myself In It Like An Object. What Is Realised In My History Is Not The Past Definite Of What Was, Since It Is No More, Or Even The Present Perfect Of What Has Been In What I Am, But The Future Anterior Of What I Shall Have Been For What I Am In The Process Of Becoming.

For The Signifier Is A Unit In Its Very Uniqueness, Being By Nature Symbol Only Of An Absence.

What Could Be More Convincing, Moreover, Than The Gesture Of Laying One's Cards Face Up On The Table?

The Reason We Go To Poetry Is Not For Wisdom, But For The Dismantling Of Wisdom

In Other Words, The Man Who Is Born Into Existence Deals First With Language; This Is A Given. He Is Even Caught In It Before His Birth.