Helene Cixous
Helene Cixous
Hélène Cixousis a professor, Algerian/French feminist writer, poet, playwright, philosopher, literary critic and rhetorician. Cixous is best known for her article ''The Laugh of the Medusa'', which established her as one of the mothers of poststructuralist feminist theory. She founded the first centre of feminist studies at a European university at the Centre universitaire de Vincennes of the University of Paris...
ProfessionActivist
Date of Birth5 June 1937
CityOran, Algeria
sublime innocence innocent
I am not innocent. Innocence is a science of the sublime. And I am only at the very beginning of the apprenticeship.
fixed
Me too, I make do, I anoint what cannot be fixed.
broken-heart way losing
Only when you are lost can love find itself in you without losing its way.
writing exclusion searching-for-love
When I write, it's everything that we don't know we can be that is written out of me, without exclusions, without stipulation, and everything we will be calls us to the unflagging, intoxicating, unappeasable search for love. In one another we will never be lacking.
enough passages manage
Perhaps what I do not manage to operate rapidly enough is the passage between the outside and the inside.
writing love-is names
Other-Love is writing's first name.
writing mean succeed
Writing is the delicate, difficult, and dangerous means of succeeding in avowing the unavowable.
ideas language speak
... explore the idea of what the language that women speak would really be like if no one were there to correct them...
love-is wake-up cannibal
Love is when you suddenly wake up as a cannibal, and not just any old cannibal, or else wake up destined for devourment.
sick sickness worst
I am sick of death and worst of all this sickness feeds on itself, the more afraid I am the more I am afraid the more I flee the more I am afraid the more I am haunted.
heart jail synagogue
in the synagogue of my heart... I myself jail and the jailed, I go wounded, bite-marked
life-and-death language said
It is said that life and death are under the power of language.
writing meditation needs
Meditation needs no results. Meditation can have itself as an end, I meditate without words and on nothingness. What tangles my life is writing.
sleep sweat roots
What happens: events interiors, snatch them from the cradle, from the source. I want to watch watching arrive. I want to watch arrivances. I want to find the root of needing to eat. And taste it: work of sweat / sleep.