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New York is a city of geometric heights, a petrified desert of grids and lattices, an inferno of greenish abstraction under a flat sky, a real Metropolis from which man is absent by his very accumulation.

Roland Barthes

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
I love you is unsubtle. It removes explanations, facilities, degrees, scruples.
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I Love You Myself Removal
I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time.
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Arrival Lose Myself Time
New York is a city of geometric heights, a petrified desert of grids and lattices, an inferno of greenish abstraction under a flat sky, a real Metropolis from which man is absent by his very accumulation.
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Abstraction Desert Height Man Reality
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
Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion.
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Confession Inflexion Lying
Great portrait photographers are great mythologists.
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Fantasy Greatness Mythology Photography
Who speaks is not who writes, and who writes is not who is.
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Literature Poet Talk Writing
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
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
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
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
Physically, the Ventoux is dreadful. Bald, it’s the spirit of Dry: Its climate (it is much more an essence of climate than a geographic place) makes it a damned terrain, a testing place for heroes, something like a higher hell.
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Essence Hell Heroes High Place
To eat steak rare represents both a nature and a morality.
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Food Moral Rare Representation
Isn’t desire always the same, whether the object is present or absent? Isn’t the object always absent? -This isn’t the same languor: there are two words: Pothos, desire for the absent being, and Himéros, the more burning desire for the present being.
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Absence Burning Desire Object Present
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

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