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 a skin : I rub my language against theother. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers atthe tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.

We are all potential Dominicis, not as murderers but as accused, deprived of language, or worse, rigged out in that of our accusers, humiliated and condemned by it. To rob a man of his language in the very name of language: this is the first step in all legal murder.

I have a disease; I see language.

…one can conceive of very ancient myths, but there are no eternal ones; for it is human history which converts reality into speech, and it alone rules the life and the death of mythical language. Ancient or not, mythology can only have an historical foundation, for myth is a type of speech chosen by history…

The photographic image is a message without a code.

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.

The text is a tissue of quotations drawn from the innumerable centres of culture.

...photography is an ellipse of language and a condensation of an ‘ineffable’ society...