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To whom could I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought?

Roland Barthes

We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.
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Forget Ourselves Settle
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 call the discourse of power any discourse that engenders blame, hence guilt, in its recipient.
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Blame Guilty Myself Power
To eat, to speak, to sing (need we add: to kiss?) are operations which have the same site of the body for origin.
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Body Eat Origin Sing Talk
The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
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Fatal Identify Love Myself Oneself Wait
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
The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.
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Born Cost Death Reading
The lover who does not forget sometimes dies from excess, fatigue, and the strain of memory (like Werther).
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Forget Lover Memories Strain Time
To eat steak rare represents both a nature and a morality.
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Food Moral Rare Representation
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
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
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
What the Photograph reproduces to infinity has occurred only once: the Photograph mechanically repeats what could never be repeated existentially.
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Existence Oneself Repeat Reproduction
What love lays bare in me is energy.
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Bare Energy Love One Liner
The book creates meaning, the meaning creates life.
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Creation Life Meaning

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