Limbajul este o piele: imi frec limbajul de celalalt. E ca si cum as avea cuvinte in loc de degete sau degete la virful cuvintelor.

Limbajul meu tremura de dorinta.

(A vorbi indragostit inseamna a te darui fara limite, fara dezechilibrare; inseamna a practica un raport fara orgasm. Si poate ca exista o forma literara a acestui coitus reservatus: galanteria pretioasa).

Roland Barthes, FRAGMENTE DINTR-UN DISCURS ÎNDRĂGOSTIT, Editura Cartier

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e o carte despre cuvinte si limbaj. fragmentul asta e ca sa va convinga sa o cititi, dar e mult mai tehnica si, poate, mai arida decit las eu sa se vada aici:)

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am vazut la gaudeamus cartea asta. doar ca era foarte aglomerat la standul editurii, n-aveam timp sa stau si mi-am promis ca o caut in librarii. pe parcurs am uitat cine e autorul, ma gindeam ca e Bourdieu sau Baudrillard. si m-am plimbat prin librarii fara sa o identific.

nu-i mai stiam nici titlul bine asa ca nu imi aparea la niciun search

astazi Ana mi-a spus ca tocmai ce -a primit cartea (ii povestisem de ea cum ma intorsesem de la tirg si si-o comandase pe net).

acum citesc, ebook version.

happy.

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later edit: si tot din carte, dar direct in engleza ca in aceasta versiune o citesc:

“Am I in love? –yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.”

“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.”

“As a jealous man, I suffer four times over: because I am jealous, because I blame myself for being so, because I fear that my jealousy will wound the other, because I allow myself to be subject to a banality: I suffer from being excluded, from being aggressive, from being crazy, and from being common.”

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cumparati-va cartea, e o bucurie de lectura