Perhaps what I do not manage to operate rapidly enough is the passage between the outside and the inside.
Helene CixousWriting is the passageway, the entrance, the exit, the dwelling place of the other in me.
Helene CixousMeditation needs no results. Meditation can have itself as an end, I meditate without words and on nothingness. What tangles my life is writing.
Helene Cixousin the synagogue of my heart... I myself jail and the jailed, I go wounded, bite-marked
Helene Cixous