The discovery of the twentieth century is that language is man's inhuman essence. This divides him and makes of him other to himself (Freud, Lacan), that which he will never "really" possess, and to which he will always be a "stranger" (Derrida, Deleuze), the infinity whose eternal whisper threatens to make him mad (Blanchot, Artaud...). If the inhuman is in the heart of what is human, how can we reinvent another cultural and political "humanism" for the twenty-first century?
defiguration; inhuman