Is not the most erotic part of the body wherever the clothing affords a glimpse?
Roland BarthesRead
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.
Interpretation
Speech shapes our understanding and can enforce power dynamics in society.
Roland Barthes highlights the relationship between language and power, positing that language serves as a form of legislation that governs societal norms, while speech acts as its code. He suggests that we often overlook the potential oppression embedded in classifications, which can marginalize voices and reinforce hierarchies within communication.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of inclusive language in social justice movements.
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.
Suffering pulls us farther away from other human beings. It builds a wall made of cries and contempt to separate us.
Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we're not alone.
Life is the external text, the burning bush by the edge of the path from which God speaks.
One is forever throwing away substance for shadows.
Does he think to scare me? Arya kissed him where his nose should be and plucked the grave worm from his eye to eat it, but it melted like a shadow in her hand. The yellow skull was melting too, and the kindliest old man that she had ever seen was smiling down on her. "No one has ever tried to eat my worm before," he said. "Are you hungry, child?" Yes, she thought, but not for food.
In the person with autism, the brain may already be seeing the part and be less distracted by the whole, and in the person without autism the brain may have to set aside its picture of the whole to analyze the detail.
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