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Every object in the world can pass from a closed, silent existence to an oral state, open to appropriation by society, for there is no law, whether natural or not, which forbids talking about things

Roland Barthes

In front of the photograph of my mother as a child, I tell myself: she is going to die: I shudder, like winnicott’s psychotic patient, over a catastrophe which has already occurred. Whether or not the subject is already dead, every photograph is this catastrophe.
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Children Death Fear Mom Myself Patient Photography
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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Death Ourselves Photography Return
What love lays bare in me is energy.
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Bare Energy Love One Liner
Cameras, in short, were clocks for seeing, and perhaps in me someone very old still hears in the photographic mechanism the living sound of the wood.
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Camera Living Myself Old Photography Sound
To make someone wait: the constant prerogative of all power.
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Patience Power Wait
I call the discourse of power any discourse that engenders blame, hence guilt, in its recipient.
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Blame Guilty Myself Power
Every object in the world can pass from a closed, silent existence to an oral state, open to appropriation by society, for there is no law, whether natural or not, which forbids talking about things
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Existence Law Natural Object Silence Society State
There is only one way left to escape the alienation of present day society: to retreat ahead of it.
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Escape Present Way
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 text you write must prove to me that it desires me. This proof exists: it is writing. Writing is: the science of the various blisses of language, its Kama Sutra (this science has but one treatise: writing itself).
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Bliss Desire Language Oneself Science Writing
Those who fail to reread are obliged to read the same story everywhere.
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Failure Obligation Reading Story
The photographic image is a message without a code.
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Code Image Message Photography
Painting can feign reality without having seen it.
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Myself Painting Reality See
I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.
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Interesting Language Myself Seduce Wound
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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Desire Disappointment Pleasure Rival Truth
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

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