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Pleasure is continually disappointed, reduced, deflated, in favor of strong, noble values: Truth, Death, Progress, Struggle, Joy, etc. Its victorious rival is Desire: we are always being told about Desire, never about Pleasure.

Roland Barthes

Don’t say mourning. It’s too psychoanalytic. I’m not mourning. I’m suffering.
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Mourning Myself Suffering
Every photograph is a certificate of presence.
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Camera Certificate Photograph Presence
Architecture is always dream and function, expression of a utopia and instrument of a convenience.
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Architecture Convenience Dreams Function Instrument
I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.
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Interesting Language Myself Seduce Wound
The lover who does not forget sometimes dies from excess, fatigue, and the strain of memory (like Werther).
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Forget Lover Memories Strain Time
We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.
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Forget Ourselves Settle
The text you write must prove to me that it desires me. This proof exists: it is writing. Writing is: the science of the various blisses of language, its Kama Sutra (this science has but one treatise: writing itself).
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Bliss Desire Language Oneself Science Writing
The book creates meaning, the meaning creates life.
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Creation Life Meaning
Whereas the work is understood to be traceable to a source (through a process of derivation or “filiation”), the Text is without a source – the “author” a mere “guest” at the reading of the Text.
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Reading Source Text Understand Work
To whom could I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought?
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Answer Hope Love Myself Question Yourself
Cameras, in short, were clocks for seeing, and perhaps in me someone very old still hears in the photographic mechanism the living sound of the wood.
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Camera Living Myself Old Photography Sound
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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History Invention Photography Review
He who reads a story only once is condemned to read the same story his whole life.
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Himself Life Reading Story
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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I Love You Language Lose Myself Point
When we look at a photograph of ourselves or of others, we are really looking at the return of the dead.
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Death Ourselves Photography Return
The text is a tissue of quotations drawn from the innumerable centres of culture.
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Culture Drawing Text

Pleasure is continually disappointed, reduced, deflated, in favor of strong, noble values: Truth, Death, Progress, Struggle, Joy, etc. Its victorious rival is Desire: we are always being told about Desire, never about Pleasure.

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Pleasure is continually disappointed, reduced, deflated, in favor of strong, noble values: Truth, Death, Progress, Struggle, Joy, etc. Its victorious rival is Desire: we are always being told about Desire, never about Pleasure.

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