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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.

Roland Barthes

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 text is a tissue of quotations drawn from the innumerable centres of culture.
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Culture Drawing Text
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
I call the discourse of power any discourse that engenders blame, hence guilt, in its recipient.
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Blame Guilty Myself Power
A light without shadow generates an emotion without reserve.
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Emotion Light Reserve Shadow
Painting can feign reality without having seen it.
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Myself Painting Reality See
I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.
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Interesting Language Myself Seduce Wound
I have tried to be as eclectic as I possibly can with my professional life, and so far it’s been pretty fun.
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Fun Life Myself Possible Pretty Professional
Whereas the work is understood to be traceable to a source (through a process of derivation or “filiation”), the Text is without a source – the “author” a mere “guest” at the reading of the Text.
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Reading Source Text Understand Work
Is not the most erotic part of the body wherever the clothing affords a glimpse?
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Afford Appearance Body Erotic Glimpse
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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Camera Living Myself Old Photography Sound
Great portrait photographers are great mythologists.
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Fantasy Greatness Mythology Photography
This endured absence is nothing more or less than forgetfulness. I am, intermittently, unfaithful. This is the condition of my survival.
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Absence Condition Endurance Faith Myself Survival
If I acknowledge my dependency, I do so because for me it is a means of signifying my demand: in the realm of love, futility is not a “weakness” or an “absurdity”: it is a strong sign: the more futile, the more it signifies and the more it asserts itself as strength.)
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Acknowledge Demand Depend Myself Sign Strength Strong
Those who fail to reread are obliged to read the same story everywhere.
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Failure Obligation Reading Story
To make someone wait: the constant prerogative of all power.
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Patience Power Wait

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