As if "Economimesis" is about vomiting the excess of Kant's work on the aesthetics, Derrida tells a secret of the poet:  

Being what he is, 

the poet gives more than he promises. 

More than anyone asks of him. 

In giving more than he promises (because men are the only ones who can make promises/ wagers?), the poet exceeds the economy with language or perhaps because of language.

And this more belongs to the understanding: 

it announces a game and it gives him something conceptual. (275)

In giving more than he promises (because men are the only ones who can make promises/ wagers?), the poet exceeds the economy with language or perhaps because of language.

Writing and reading are always possibilities, or rather possibilities for possibilities. 

It is an irreducible heterogeneity

which cannot be eaten either sensibly or ideally and which

--this is the tautology--

Reading this page makes my own eyes feel a certain nausea

by never letting itself be swallowed must therefore 

cause itself to be vomited. (289)

 the singular

Vomit is related to enjoyment [jouissance], 

if not pleasure. 

It even represents the very thing that forces us to enjoy

--in spite of ourselves [notre corps défedant]. (291)