In these times when, from the immense murmur of history, our inner ear has once more been able to perceive, since last autumn, the formidable resurgence of the popular storm, emerging, like the ancient ‘evohe!’, from the silence in which the iron law of Kapital thought it had immured it for ever, relegated to the darkness that the author of ‘Neo-Fascism and the Ideology of Desire’ had dared, more alone than Job, to submit to the dialectical light, thus wresting it from the most implacable of censorships, the one exercised by ‘The unconscious of the unconscious’, to commemorate the anniversary of the final agony which carried off, 10 years ago already, Michel Clouscard, that friend no less immense, seems to me the least homage we owe to his thought, vindicated, today as never before, doubtless the most astonishingly lucid ever expressed since the Liberation.
Below, these ‘(Sub-Saharan) Paths of Praxis’ are a humble sketch of the ‘Defence and Illustration’ of his analyses, but also, ‘Like long echoes that merge in the distance’, a trace of the unforgettable exchanges we had (tele)-shared between the Sahel and Paris, the dense Guinean forest and Gaillac, the banks of the Seine, the Tarn and/or the Niger.





