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The realists do not take the photograph for a ‘copy’ of reality, but for an emanation of past reality, a magic, not an art.

Roland Barthes

The realists do not take the photograph for a ‘copy’ of reality, but for an emanation of past reality, a magic, not an art.
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Art Magic Photography Reality
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 passed beyond the unreality of the thing represented, I entered crazily into the spectacle, into the image, taking into my arms what is dead, what is going to die.
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Beyond Death Myself Pass Reality Spectacle
All those young photographers who are at work in the world, determined upon the capture of actuality, do not know that they are agents of Death.
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Death Determination Photography Young
I make the other’s absence responsible for my worldliness.
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Absence Myself Responsibility World
To make someone wait: the constant prerogative of all power.
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Patience Power Wait
Every photograph is a certificate of presence.
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Camera Certificate Photograph Presence
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
Don’t say mourning. It’s too psychoanalytic. I’m not mourning. I’m suffering.
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Mourning Myself Suffering
Where you are tender, you speak your plural.
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Fragile Soft Talk Tender Yourself
The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.
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Born Cost Death Reading
I cannot classify the other, for the other is, precisely, Unique, the singular Image which has miraculously come to correspond to the speciality of my desire. The other is the figure of my truth, and cannot be imprisoned in any stereotype (which is the truth of others).
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Classification Desire Myself Speciality Stereotype Truth Unique
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
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
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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Desire Fingers Language Myself Skin Tremble Word
It is no longer the sexual which is indecent, it is the sentimental.
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Emotional Sexuality

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