“An antiphonal game” and beyond: facing
Ralph Ellison and Henry Roth
I lie down in the shadow No longer the light of my dream before me Above me. Only the thick wall. Only the shadow
My hands! My dark hands! Break through the wall! Find my dream! Help me to shatter this darkness, TO smash this night To break this shadow Into a thousand lights of sun Into a thousand whirling dreams of sun!
L ANGSTON H UGHES
I myself was a public square, a sook; through me passed words, tiny syntagms, bits of sentence … Roland Barthes