Kwoatting
“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 (the other), to know that writing compensates for
nothing, sublimates nothing, that it is precisely there where you are not--this
is the beginning of writing.”
and
“I encounter millions of bodies in my life;
of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love
only one.”
― Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse:
Fragments
Translated by Richard Howard.
2 commentaires:
Enjoyed the first kwoatt, can't say I agree with the second, but the photograph stuns and delights the I.
Thanks, dritanje! (rule, dritanje, dritanje rules the waves...)
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