Madness is the absolute break with the work of art; it forms the constitutive moment of abolition, which dissolves in time the truth of the work of art.
In its function, the power to punish is not essentially different from that of curing or educating.
Freedom of conscience entails more dangers than authority and despotism.
As the archaeology of our thought easily shows, man is an invention of recent date. And one perhaps nearing its end.
What strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which is only related to objects, and not to individuals, or to life.
Justice must always question itself, just as society can exist only by means of the work it does on itself and on its institutions.
The lyricism of marginality may find inspiration in the image of the “outlaw,” the great social nomad, who prowls on the confines of a docile, frightened order.
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