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I am devoured by desire...
~Ronald Barthes
Entretanto, esconder totalmente uma paixão (ou mesmo simplesmente seu excesso) não é conveniente: não porque a pessoa humana seja muito fraca, mas porque a paixão é, por essência, feita para ser vista.
— Fragmentos de um Discurso Amoroso.
From A Lovers Discourse by Ronald Barthes
O excesso, a loucura, não são eles minha verdade, minha força? E se essa versão, essa força, acabassem por impressionar? Mas, por outro lado, me digo: os signos dessa paixão podem sufocar o outro. Não seria então preciso, precisamente porque o amo, esconder dele o quanto o amo?
— Ronald Barthes.
I saw clearly that I was concerned here with the impulses of an overready subjectivity, inadequate as soon as articulated: I like / I don't like: we all have our secret chart of tastes, distastes, indifferences, don't we? But just so: I have always wanted to remonstrate with my moods; not to justify them; still less to fill the scene of the text with my individuality; but on the contrary, to offer, to extend this individuality to a science of the subject, a science whose name is of little importance to me, provided it attains (as has not yet occurred) to a generality which neither reduces nor crushes me.
— Roland Barthes, Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography (tr. Richard Howard), sec. 6
"But since what I want to have captured is a delicate moral texture and not a mimicry, and since Photograph is anything but subtle except in the hands of the very greatest portraitists, I don't know how to work upon my skin from within. I decide to 'let drift' over my lips and in my eyes a faint smile which I mean to be 'indefinable,' in which I might suggest, along with the qualities of my nature, my amused consciousness of the whole photographic ritual: I lend myself to the social game, I pose, I know I am posing, I want you to know that I am posing, but (to square the circle) this additional message must in now what alter the precious essence of my individuality: what I am, apart from any effigy. What I want, in short, is that my (mobile) image, buffeted among a thousand shifting photographs, altering with situation and age, should always coincide with my (profound) 'self'; but it is the contrary that must be said: 'myself' never coincides with my image; for it is the image which is heavy, motionless, stubborn (which is why society sustains it), and 'myself' which is light, divided, dispersed; like a bottle-imp, 'myself' doesn't hold still, giggling in my jar: if only Photography could give me a neutral, anatomic body, a body which sustains nothing!"
— Roland Barthes, Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography, sec. 5 (tr. Richard Howard)
Um era o amante, o outro era o amado.