Writing (n.) is a process of the hand cut off from the voice. It is language which has no origin other than language itself and which ceaselessly calls into question all origins.
Writing (n.) is borne by a pure gesture of inscription (and not of expression). It has no origin, or at least, has no other origin than language itself, language which ceaselessly calls into question all origins.
Writing (n.) is, in Mallarme, the attempt to suppress the author in order to restore the place of the reader.
Writing (n.) is not a recording, or representation -- but a performative.
Writing (n.) is that neutral, composite, oblique space where our subject slips away.
Writing (n.) begins in the knowledge that one does not write for the other... that the things I write will never cause me to be loved by the one I love (the other)... that writing compensates for nothing, sublimates nothing, that writing is precisely there where you are not.
Writing (n.) is the destruction of every voice, of every point of origin.
Writing (n.) is the negative where all identity is lost, starting with the very identity of the body writing.
Writing (n.) is the science of the various blisses of language, its kama sutra.
Writing (n.) is, in Writing Degree Zero, a technical term concerned with form, a set of codes and conventions which the author shares with a specific community.
Writing (n.) is constantly solidifying into Literature.