I wrote some bad poetry that I published in North African journals, but even as I withdrew into this reading, I also led the life of a kind of young hooligan.

The first problem of the media is posed by what does not get translated, or even published in the dominant political languages.

Why is it the philosopher who is expected to be easier and not some scientist who is even more inaccessible?

The poet…is the man of metaphor: while the philosopher is interested only in the truth of meaning, beyond even signs and names, and the sophist manipulates empty signs…the poet plays on the multiplicity of signifieds.

Every discourse, even a poetic or oracular sentence, carries with it a system of rules for producing analogous things and thus an outline of methodology.

The circle of the return to birth can only remain open, but this is a chance, a sign of life, and a wound.