It is no longer the sexual which is indecent, it is the sentimental.
ROLAND BARTHESA photograph is always invisible, it is not it that we see.
More Roland Barthes Quotes
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The text is a tissue of quotations drawn from the innumerable centres of culture.
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The photographic image is a message without a code.
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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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Pleasure is continually disappointed, reduced, deflated, in favor of strong, noble values: Truth, Death, Progress, Struggle, Joy, etc. Its victorious rival is Desire: we are always being told about Desire, never about Pleasure.
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Where you are tender, you speak your plural.
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We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.
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Frontiers are physical as well as symbolic constructions.
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A picture is never anything but its own plural description.
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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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There are people who think that wrestling is an ignoble sport. Wrestling is not sport, it is a spectacle, and it is no more ignoble to attend a wrestled performance of suffering than a performance of the sorrows of Arnolphe or Andromaque.
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When we look at a photograph of ourselves or of others, we are really looking at the return of the dead.
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As Spectator I wanted to explore photography not as a question (a theme) but as a wound.
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A light without shadow generates an emotion without reserve.
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Literature is the question minus the answer.
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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.
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