I talk about earth, I talk about language (with language). The earth that nourishes and the earth that smothers. The mother tongue that created me, the mother tongue that makes me mute.
Language, which is both mother and myself. Language, which creates the self and is the self. To remove that language is to lose both mother and self.
“the writer is someone who plays with his mother’s body…; in order to glorify it, to embellish it, or in order to dismember it, to take it to the limit of what can be known about the body”. (Barthes – The Pleasure of the Text)