It seems appropriate to reactivate this blog with this passage when blogger is situated anew and yet not entirely free from the conditions of the past. I don't know if it's hope that I'm feeling, but certainly there's a bit of defiance in his consciousness because of a new-found security, however temporary.
"How many people today live in a language that is not their own? Or no longer, or not yet, even know their own and know poorly the major language that they are forced to serve? This is the problem of immigrants, and especially their children, the problem of minorities, the problem of minor literature, but also a problem for all of us: how to tear a minor literature away from its own language, allowing it to challenge the language and making it follow a sober revolutionary path? How to become a nomad and an immigrant and a gypsy in relation to one's own language? Kafka answers: steal the baby from its crib, walk the tightrope."
From "What is Minor Literature?" in Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari's Kafka: Toward a Minor Literature.
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