The realists do not take the photograph for a ‘copy’ of reality, but for an emanation of past reality, a magic, not an art.
ROLAND BARTHESIsn’t the most sensitive point of this mourning the fact that I must lose a language – the amorous language? No more ‘I love you’s.
More Roland Barthes Quotes
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Is not the most erotic part of the body wherever the clothing affords a glimpse?
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A paradox: the same century invented history and photography. But history is a memory fabricated according to positive formulas, a pure intellectual discourse which abolishes mythic time; and the photograph is a certain but fugitive testimony.
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Every exploration is an appropriation.
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The photographic image is a message without a code.
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It must always be considered as though spoken by a character in a novel
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There is only one way left to escape the alienation of present day society: to retreat ahead of it.
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What the Photograph reproduces to infinity has occurred only once: the Photograph mechanically repeats what could never be repeated existentially.
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I cannot classify the other, for the other is, precisely, Unique, the singular Image which has miraculously come to correspond to the speciality of my desire. The other is the figure of my truth, and cannot be imprisoned in any stereotype (which is the truth of others).
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Painting can feign reality without having seen it.
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Man does not exist prior to language, either as a species or as an individual.
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To eat, to speak, to sing (need we add: to kiss?) are operations which have the same site of the body for origin.
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We know that the war against intelligence is always waged in the name of common sense.
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Great portrait photographers are great mythologists.
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Isn’t the most sensitive point of this mourning the fact that I must lose a language – the amorous language? No more ‘I love you’s.
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The lover who does not forget sometimes dies from excess, fatigue, and the strain of memory (like Werther).
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