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.
Still today, I cannot cross the threshold of a teaching institution without physical symptoms, in my chest and my stomach, of discomfort or anxiety. And yet I have never left school.
I have always had trouble recognizing myself in the features of the intellectual playing his political role according to the screenplay that you are familiar with and whose heritage deserves to be questioned.
To pretend, I actually do the thing: I have therefore only pretended to pretend.
I became the stage for the great argument between Nietzsche and Rousseau. I was the extra ready to take on all the roles.
