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WORDS OF AMATEUR
be the subject of honored as this act is devoted thing is the danger of losing some critical sense. Jump in the eyes of anyone who is a great honor, but from my very personal point of view, I fail to convince me that it deserved. What might be called, without insisting too much on the end, my work, I never thought that as a profession. I've had in my lifetime that can be considered professional activities: as a teacher, translator, etc. I do not think these activities have been able to point me to some distinction. There is perhaps true professionalism in writing. I can imagine this or that novelist preparing hard to produce his novel, research, reports, making plans and doing tests, in short, doing real work. As for me, I never felt that worked when he wrote. There are, of course, an effort, but so is when you make love, not that I can represent sex as a job. That, among other things, would be entitled to remuneration. And you guess what makes me think that.
This idea of \u200b\u200bliterature as possible, put it into practice even in the material reality, and this is how I attacked often against the wishes of the majority of my colleagues, the dominant doctrines about what they call wrongly in my view, intellectual property. I confess that this attitude is easier to take when writing a particular poem, but in my case, I have not been much more professional when writing prose. My own tests pose very little academic work, my goal was getting to a real test in the full sense of the term, the opposite of a treaty or a study. Writing is for me an act that is more like a gesture of love than a job, if not exactly neither the one nor the other. This way of settling the premise also seems not to compromise, however, as to the real work. Well there, I firmly believe it is imperative to relentlessly claiming workers' rights.
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WORDS OF AMATEUR
These pages are the translation of the text read in French at the University of Paris 8 Vincennes-Saint-Denis, 15 March 2011, to receive honorary doctorate . The French original can be read in " http://www.box.net/shared/fd63s51uoo "
be the subject of honored as this act is devoted thing is the danger of losing some critical sense. Jump in the eyes of anyone who is a great honor, but from my very personal point of view, I fail to convince me that it deserved. What might be called, without insisting too much on the end, my work, I never thought that as a profession. I've had in my lifetime that can be considered professional activities: as a teacher, translator, etc. I do not think these activities have been able to point me to some distinction. There is perhaps true professionalism in writing. I can imagine this or that novelist preparing hard to produce his novel, research, reports, making plans and doing tests, in short, doing real work. As for me, I never felt that worked when he wrote. There are, of course, an effort, but so is when you make love, not that I can represent sex as a job. That, among other things, would be entitled to remuneration. And you guess what makes me think that.
This idea of \u200b\u200bliterature as possible, put it into practice even in the material reality, and this is how I attacked often against the wishes of the majority of my colleagues, the dominant doctrines about what they call wrongly in my view, intellectual property. I confess that this attitude is easier to take when writing a particular poem, but in my case, I have not been much more professional when writing prose. My own tests pose very little academic work, my goal was getting to a real test in the full sense of the term, the opposite of a treaty or a study. Writing is for me an act that is more like a gesture of love than a job, if not exactly neither the one nor the other. This way of settling the premise also seems not to compromise, however, as to the real work. Well there, I firmly believe it is imperative to relentlessly claiming workers' rights.
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