I call the discourse of power any discourse that engenders blame, hence guilt, in its recipient.
ROLAND BARTHESA picture is never anything but its own plural description.
More Roland Barthes Quotes
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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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The Ventoux is a god of Evil, to which sacrifices must be made. It never forgives weakness and extracts an unfair tribute of suffering.
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The text is a tissue of quotations drawn from the innumerable centres of culture.
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To make someone wait: the constant prerogative of all power.
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The book creates meaning, the meaning creates life.
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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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As Spectator I wanted to explore photography not as a question (a theme) but as a wound.
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The politician being interviewed clearly takes a great deal of trouble to imagine an ending to his sentence: and if he stopped short? His entire policy would be jeopardized!
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Language is neither reactionary nor progressive; it is quite simply fascist; for fascism does not prevent speech, it compels speech.
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Is not the most erotic part of the body wherever the clothing affords a glimpse?
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Every exploration is an appropriation.
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Ultimately, Photography is subversive, not when it frightens, repels, or even stigmatizes, but when it is pensive, when it thinks.
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Great portrait photographers are great mythologists.
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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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Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.
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