The real is not only what can be reproduced, but that which is always already reproduced. The hyper real.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThe real is not only what can be reproduced, but that which is always already reproduced. The hyper real.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThis sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDWhen you go to confession and entrust your sins to the safe-keeping of the priest, do you ever come back for them?
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThe great person is ahead of their time, the smart make something out of it, and the blockhead, sets themselves against it.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDGoverning today means giving acceptable signs of credibility. It is like advertising and it is the same effect that is achieved – commitment to a scenario.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDTelevision knows no night. It is perpetual day. TV embodies our fear of the dark, of night, of the other side of things.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThe world is not dialectical – it is sworn to extremes, not to equilibrium, sworn to radical antagonism, not to reconciliation or synthesis. This is also the principle of evil.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDIt only takes a politician believing in what he says for the others to stop believing him.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDIt is always the same: once you are liberated, you are forced to ask who you are.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDDriving is a spectacular form of amnesia.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDWhat you have to do is enter the fiction of America, enter America as fiction. It is, indeed, on this fictive basis that it dominates the world.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThe very definition of the real becomes: that of which it is possible to give an equivalent reproduction.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDCowardice and courage are never without a measure of affectation. Nor is love. Feelings are never true. They play with their mirrors.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThe order of the world is always right – such is the judgment of God. For God has departed, but he has left his judgment behind, the way the Cheshire Cat left his grin.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDTo love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThis is not just a stock of affects or pleasure, but also the possibility of playing double or quits with the share you hold in the other’s heart.
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