A photograph is always invisible, it is not it that we see. |
All official institutions of language are repeating machines: school, sports, advertising, popular songs, news, all continually repeat the same structure, the same meaning, often the same words: the stereotype is a political fact, the major figure of ideology. |
For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture. |
Historically and politically, the petit-bourgeois is the key to the century. The bourgeois and proletariat classes have become abstractions: the petite-bourgeoisie, in contrast, is everywhere, you can see it everywhere, even in the areas of the bourgeois and the proletariat, what's left of them. |
I call the discourse of power any discourse that engenders blame, hence guilt, in its recipient. |
I have tried to be as eclectic as I possibly can with my professional life, and so far it's been pretty fun. |
I have tried to be as eclectic as I possibly can with my professional life, and so far it's been pretty fun. |
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 t |
Inexpressible Love: To know that one does not write for the other, to know that these things I am going to write will never cause me to be loved by the one I love, to know that writing compensates for nothing.. |
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. |
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. |
Literature is the question minus the answer. |
Literature is without proofs. By which it must be understood that it cannot prove, not only what it says, but even that it is worth the trouble of saying it. |
Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion. |
New York... is a city of geometric heights, a petrified desert of grids and lattices, an inferno of greenish abstraction under a flat sky, a real Metropolis from which man is absent by his very accumulation. |