A hero (Herald?) Semiotics and literary theory, the teaching marked by subtlety, intelligence, precision and novelty, two generations of students both admiring and affectionate, the author of five volumes of the mythical "Figures", we propose to comment briefly on the model of his suite "bardadraque" as he said.
"Long ago I did not attend this species that I have known for four years, when I was attending the Sorbonne, a position without much interest. Previously, I taught hypokhÃ¢gne to students, it was very nice, and I learned all that night I was supposed to "transmit" the day while me "dÃ©politiquant" occupation almost full time. Thereafter, I had a seminar at the Ecole des Hautes Etudes, attended the "participants", not just students. Myself, I was raised to the tray, student khÃ¢gne at Lakanal, the school of our dear Peguy, then rises to normal, so never really student. "
"The one I taught at the Ecole des Hautes Etudes? In my day, everyone did what he wanted there, led work or not (in my case, it was the least possible), and delivered weekly for two hours the result of research work he had done during the week. So I proposed orally what would be the subject of my next book. This seminar has been called early "Semiotics of literary forms." Then the title has changed, and its last state had (or should) be "poetics and aesthetics." "
"In the sense of the darkness of MallarmÃ©? I do not run after. . . It is true that darkness reigned for a good thirty years, and the authors that I thought, and still judge, obscure, held the upper hand. Finally, I did not follow the seminar Lacan, if the background text of your question. If you want to be kind, an author that is not obscure, but difficult they say it and admit his own inability. Derrida, for example, has always seemed to say something, and deserve some effort; but I happened to think, in petto but soon enough, the difficulty of some other authors fell that ValÃ©ry, I think, called the "rubbish". "
"In my childhood, I heard that I was smart, and I wondered what that meant. Thereafter, it is a question that arose ritually province: "What is intelligence?" Say that I sometimes feel like dealing with intelligence. Reading, listening to words, but also, and perhaps above all, contemplating a face. I apply this term to unintentional events, but striking, outside the official field, "administrative", as said Debussy, its exercise. Therefore outside the scope usually held for "intellectual": what I like the most is the practical intelligence, manual, that I once admired in some artisans: This is still my side Peguy. "
"This is a movement that has accompanied me, lit in my exit from communism caused by the events of 1956. I left the party, but I still thought there was a future for socialism. I came almost by chance on this review, I attended meetings of the group that animated around Lefort and Castoriadis. Despite the share of naivete that I discovered there gradually, I retain a certain respect for this line of thought that politically scoured me, and showed me a way out "from the left" of Stalinism. Today, I do not seek my way to the left, thinking instead, as my master Tocqueville, he must aim goals left and reach with the right means. But this is probably another form of naivety. . . "
"See" Holland ". I have him still some debt. I first published the application of articles in "Tel Quel", and he quickly welcomed me in his collection. So he brought me to the threshold, where I still am. This was spoiled later, partly because of its successive political whims, and also because he took it badly the creation of "Poetics", where a kind of mutual estrangement. But all things considered, he played a positive role in my life. Without him, I would perhaps Gallimard. . . "
"Oh fuck! Raise beer and sandwiches, as Maigret said! Certainty is that the art that I live in perpetuity, it is the music, as "favorite art" my, if you want a record, is not literature. One for which I have the greatest admiration is the formal architecture; but we do not live in the architecture. And of course, music is not for me a stopgap! I am plunged since the age of 6 or 7 years, and the lack of practice I listen constantly, morning. . . in the morning, since it still haunts me often at night. Revenge on semiotics? I had not thought, this is a bit simplistic, but yes, maybe [laughs]! In any case, it is a way to escape the tyranny of meaning, and therefore "does not lie", as Petain said of the earth! Simply put, I love music, I do not know why this is the case for all love, and I do not seek to know. "
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