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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.

Roland Barthes

Who speaks is not who writes, and who writes is not who is.
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Literature Poet Talk Writing
We know that the war against intelligence is always waged in the name of common sense.
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Common Deep Intelligence Known Name Philosophy Sense War
The photographer, like an acrobat, must defy the laws of probability or even of possibility; at the limit, he must defy those of the interesting: the photograph becomes surprising when we do not know why it has been taken.
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Known Law Limitation Photography Possible
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
Frontiers are physical as well as symbolic constructions.
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Construction Front Physical Symbolic
I make the other’s absence responsible for my worldliness.
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Absence Myself Responsibility World
To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.
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Excession Language Love Try Writing
All official institutions of language are repeating machines: school, sports, advertising, popular songs, news, all continually repeat the same structure, the same meaning, often the same words: the stereotype is a political fact, the major figure of ideology.
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Ideas Institution Meaning Official Popular Repeat Structure
Touch is the most demystifying of all senses, different from sight which is the most magical.
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Different Magic Sight Touch
The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
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Fatal Identify Love Myself Oneself Wait
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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Evil Forgiveness God Ourselves Suffering Weakness
Television doomed us to the Family, whose household instrument it has become-what the hearth used to be, flanked by the communal kettle.
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Community Family Instrument Television
Where you are tender, you speak your plural.
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Fragile Soft Talk Tender Yourself
It must always be considered as though spoken by a character in a novel
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Character Consider Myself Novel
If I had to create a god, I would lend him a “slow understanding”: a kind of drip-by-drip understanding of problems. People who understand quickly frighten me.
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Creation Fear God Problem Scare Slow Understand Understanding
As Spectator I wanted to explore photography not as a question (a theme) but as a wound.
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Exploration Myself Photography Question Wound

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