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.
ROLAND BARTHESA photograph is always invisible, it is not it that we see.
More Roland Barthes Quotes
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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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I love you is unsubtle. It removes explanations, facilities, degrees, scruples.
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Language is neither reactionary nor progressive; it is quite simply fascist; for fascism does not prevent speech, it compels speech.
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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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A picture is never anything but its own plural description.
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There is only one way left to escape the alienation of present day society: to retreat ahead of it.
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To make someone wait: the constant prerogative of all power.
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Touch is the most demystifying of all senses, different from sight which is the most magical.
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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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A photograph is always invisible, it is not it that we see.
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The author enters into his own death, writing begins.
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Don’t say mourning. It’s too psychoanalytic. I’m not mourning. I’m suffering.
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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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As Spectator I wanted to explore photography not as a question (a theme) but as a wound.
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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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