Later alone it wore poems for clothes. Like a shirt I carried on my back the poetry I had read. So I lived for half a century until wordlessly we met. From my shirt on the back of the chair I learn tonight how many years of learning by heart I waited for you.
JOHN BERGERThe past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying.
More John Berger Quotes
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Every authentic poem contributes to the labor of poetry… to bring together what life has separated or violence has torn apart…
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We only see what we look at. To look is an act of choice.
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What do drawings mean to me? I really don’t know. The activity absorbs me. I forget everything else in a way that I don’t think happens with any other activity.
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Oil painting did to appearances what capital did to social relations. It reduced everything to the equality of objects.
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All creation is in the art of seeing.
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It is seeing which establishes our place in the surrounding world; we explain that world with words, but words can never undo the fact that we are surrounded by it
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One can say of language that it is potentially the only human home, the only dwelling place that cannot be hostile to man.
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The zoo cannot but disappoint.
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This determines not only most relations between men and women but also the relation of women to themselves.
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To remain innocent may also be. to remain ignorant.
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When we suffer anguish we return to early childhood because that is the period in which we first learnt to suffer the experience of total loss.
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To live and die amongst foreigners may seem less absurd than to live persecuted or tortured by one’s fellow countrymen….
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Without ethics man has no future. This is to say mankind without them cannot be itself.
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The camera relieves us of the burden of memory. It surveys us like God, and it surveys for us. Yet no other god has been so cynical, for the camera records in order to forget.
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The century of people helplessly seeing others, who were close to them, disappear over the horizon.
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