Abstract
What does observing what is furthest from oneself offer as a horizon for " making the leap from the ferocious beast " ? The importance of the radically different. What does the encounter with the sphere farthest from oneself provoke in writing, and how does writing force this displacement ? Uproot habit. Force yourself to go towards the enemy. Shifting the song, breaking what we call style by loving the one we should hate. How to remain your brother's keeper, or the pitfalls of writing steeped in indignation. The verb to love as a verb of protest.
