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Man does not exist prior to language, either as a species or as an individual.

Roland Barthes

I love you is unsubtle. It removes explanations, facilities, degrees, scruples.
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I Love You Myself Removal
How does meaning get into the image? Where does it end? And if it ends, what is there beyond?
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Beyond Image Meaning
Architecture is always dream and function, expression of a utopia and instrument of a convenience.
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Architecture Convenience Dreams Function Instrument
The haiku reproduces the designating gesture of the child pointing at whatever it is (the haiku shows no partiality for the subject), merely saying: that!
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Children Poem Poetry Reproduction Subject
I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time.
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Arrival Lose Myself Time
Language is neither reactionary nor progressive; it is quite simply fascist; for fascism does not prevent speech, it compels speech.
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Language Prevent Progression Speech
I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.
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Interesting Language Myself Seduce Wound
In an initial period, Photography, in order to surprise, photographs the notable; but soon, by a familiar reversal, it decrees notable whatever it photographs. The ‘anything whatever’ then becomes the sophisticated acme of value.
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Notable Order Photography Sophistication Value
Every exploration is an appropriation.
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Appropriate Exploration
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
What love lays bare in me is energy.
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Bare Energy Love One Liner
I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love only one.
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Body Desire Life Love Myself
The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
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Fatal Identify Love Myself Oneself Wait
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
Who speaks is not who writes, and who writes is not who is.
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Literature Poet Talk Writing
One must turn the tongue seven times in the mouth before speaking.
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Mouth Oneself Speaking Time Tongue

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