Is not the most erotic part of the body wherever the clothing affords a glimpse?
Roland BarthesRead
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.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the inevitability of loss and the poignant nature of photographs as reminders of mortality.
Roland Barthes explores the emotional weight of photographs, particularly those of loved ones, emphasizing that they capture moments that are irrevocably tied to the passage of time and the reality that death is a part of life. He likens the act of viewing a photograph to confronting a 'catastrophe' that has already happened, as each image serves as a reminder of absence and loss, forcing us to grapple with the memories and feelings they evoke.
In practice
In a reflective speech about family heritage during a reunion.
Is not the most erotic part of the body wherever the clothing affords a glimpse?
If I acknowledge my dependency, I do so because for me it is a means of signifying my demand: in the realm of love, futility is not a "weakness" or an "absurdity": it is a strong sign: the more futile, the more it signifies and the more it asserts itself as strength.)
The gesture of the amorous embrace seems to fulfill, for a time, the subject's dream of total union with the loved being: The longing for consummation with the other.
The text is a tissue of quotations drawn from the innumerable centres of culture.
I think that cars today are almost the exact equivalent of the great Gothic cathedrals: I mean the supreme creation of an era, conceived with passion by unknown artists, and consumed in image if not in usage by a whole population which appropriates them as a purely magical object.
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.
Man must feel the earth to know himself and recognize his values. God made life simple. It is man who complicates it.
There is a moment in the history of every nation, when . . . the perceptive powers reach their ripeness and have not yet become microscopic: so that man, at that instant . . . with his feet still planted on the immense forces of night, converses by his eyes and brain with solar and stellar creation.
Where do vanished objects go?" "Into nonbeing, which is to say, everything," replied Professor McGonagall. "Nicely phrased," replied the eagle door knocker, and the door swung open.
Since I have introduced this term I had always a bad conscience. . . . I cannot help to feel it strongly and I am unable to believe that such an ugly thing should be realized in nature.
Generous gestures yield the most when that isn't their purpose.
Remembrance is to the heart what water is to the fish. And what is the state of a fish that leaves water?
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