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How does meaning get into the image? Where does it end? And if it ends, what is there beyond?

Roland Barthes

To eat steak rare represents both a nature and a morality.
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Food Moral Rare Representation
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 politician being interviewed clearly takes a great deal of trouble to imagine an ending to his sentence: and if he stopped short? His entire policy would be jeopardized!
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Himself Imagination Policy Politics Trouble
We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.
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Forget Ourselves Settle
What love lays bare in me is energy.
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Bare Energy Love One Liner
Is not the most erotic part of the body wherever the clothing affords a glimpse?
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Afford Appearance Body Erotic Glimpse
All those young photographers who are at work in the world, determined upon the capture of actuality, do not know that they are agents of Death.
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Death Determination Photography Young
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
It is no longer the sexual which is indecent, it is the sentimental.
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Emotional Sexuality
Through the mythology of Einstein, the world blissfully regained the image of knowledge reduced to a formula.
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Bliss Image Knowledge Mythology World
Language is legislation, speech is its code. We do not see the power which is in speech because we forget that all speech is a classification, and that all classifications are oppressive.
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Classification Forget Language Oppression Power Speech
We can never know, for the good reason that writing is the destruction of every voice, every origin. Writing is that neuter, that composite, that obliquity into which our subject flees, the black-and-white where all identity is lost, beginning with the very identity of the body that writes.
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Body Destruction Goodness Identity Known Subject Voice Writing
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
Someone tells me: this kind of love is not viable. But how can you evaluate viability? Why is the viable a Good Thing? Why is it better to last than to burn?
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Better Burn Evaluation Kind Love
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
The photographic image is a message without a code.
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Code Image Message Photography

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