Let these be the languages of art criticism: to scream, to forget, to do anything except reduce radical difference, through representation, to identity, singularity, calculable and controlable.

Let one art criticism’s languages be silence so that we can hear the sounds of the body: the winds and voices from far-off shores, the sounds of the unknown.

May we write, not in order to judge, but for and in (I quote George Bataille), ”the community of those who do not have a community.”

Eye = Acker