« a thought can only be free, or rather obey only its own constraint, that it is by nature opposed to indoctrination as is, as literature should be. »

« I want useless and above all clumsy gestures, I aspire to downtime, futile exchanges, games without rules. It is in the indeterminate that I find myself. »

« Perversion/sublimation. L. presents himself as an artist, he is recognized as such. The same L. calls himself a pervert. He's a painter who represents bodies. It does not disfigure them, it respects their shape, it gives them bright colors. And, at the same time, subtly, he pieces them. A body is then only an assemblage of scattered pieces, a way of bonding; the flesh does not interest him, neither that of humans nor that of objects (objects also have flesh; see the "Natures" improperly called "dead"). Besides, L. doesn't differentiate between a human body and an object. It has a big rating on the art market. Museums have bought his paintings. Sublimation? If we accept the definition of use: "derivation of impulses towards socially valued goals", etc. L. treats the woman he "fucks" - he doesn't say: with whom he makes love - and who lends himself to the game, like an aggregate of organs. The whole woman, divided, fragmented is a sexual organ. To make him enjoy, this organ, by all means, make him enjoy, always stronger, without limits. Impulse of grip close to a desire to annihilate what might be called a subject. Perversion? Here too if we accept the definition of use: "Primary of partial impulses, instead of the primacy of the genital organization", etc. Organization: submission to form, unity. The polymorphic pervert child. Is the adult who is keen to show his normality (the "normopath" according to Joyce McDougall) a polymorphic pervert ... and rather sad? Would we be sublime from the beginning? Would we all be more or less controlled perverts, more or less dampened, striving to give leave to the wild child, allowing him to manifest himself only in our dreams? »