with your ass between two chairs should not be easy, the same with the tongue between two countries or the feeling of always being a toad from several wells. It is the place of enunciation from which he confesses to start this book. A precarious place, about to fall, but from which a fortress is built, or to be more prudent, a consistency.
After Thinking with moving, Marie Bardet once again assumes the challenge, and the modesty, to put the voice. And it does so not "from nowhere", as is the fairly common exercise of philosophy, but from a place, which are many, planted in multiple situations and practices over the last ten years. Philosophy then assumes a situated and at the same time moving becoming, against all universalism or neutrality.
The log of this trip was assuming in its serpentine journey, which adopts the gerund as a privileged grammar, although it does not deprive itself of the infinitive, the name of Losing face. Which is also to win the back or, as they say in this book, dorsalizar. Against the oculocentrism of the "clear and distinct" gaze, which makes focus, center and front, a touch that intrudes and multidirects all the senses, even the visual, surrounds the chiaroscuro and the sharp, and de-orienting allows pe(n)sar.
Between transversal spaces and times, from feminist and queer activism to workshops and classes, from corporal practices and dances to political drifts, from the street to the bed, but also in the midst of the harshness of existence, of a "leather" that is not the naked life, the bet is to find good questions to continue with the problem, Establish gestures at the height of a living.