Trésors d’écriture Toutes les femmes sont [-elles] des Joconde

Abstract

This morning, the French-speaking Maghreb Literature has long looked into its indelible ink psyche; she stared at female faces long absent and unjustly misunderstood. This afternoon, the writer has broken the signs of male infatuation that the fever of writing in mirrors has endlessly ravaged. Narcissus was not already there! Tonight, the writer’s songs add finesse to the harsh words of the writers now asleep.Tomorrow, no doubt, the song of the swan will be waiting for the Maghreb writer while the contretches of the writer will domesticate a worried literature of the ruins of oblivion and happy "[of] time found"(Parker, 1985, pp. 5-7). But certainly, the day after tomorrow, our wise reading will be contrauctoriality and speculation because "the intentionsof an artist, like the explanations of the spectator, are always false keys. They touch only one side of a work, they do not begin the enigma that it is "(Soulages, s.d., 109).