But it doesn't stop me from enjoying literary fiction. Or fiction-based cinema, for that matter.

La Chambre Claire

I wasn't sure that Photography existed, that it had a "genius" of its own.

without relation to its essence, which can only be (if it exists at all) the New of which it has been the advent... We might say that Photography is unclassifiable.

In the Photograph, the event is never transcended for the sake of something else: the Photograph always leads the corpus I need back to the body I see; it is the absolute Particular, the sovereign Contingency, matte and somehow stupid, the THIS (this photograph and not Photography), in short, what Lacan calls the TUCHE, the Occasion, the Encounter, the Real, in its indefatigable expression.

it is wholly ballasted by the contingency of which it is the weightless, transparent envelope

This is why, insofar as it is licit to speak of A photograph, it seemed to me just as improbable to speak of THE photograph.

http://www.ensmp.fr/~latour/articles/article/089.htm...

" Do you see why I am worried? I myself have spent some time in the past trying to show "the lack of scientific certainty" inherent in the construction of facts. I too made it a "primary issue." But I did not exactly aim at fooling the public by obscuring the certainty of a closed argument—or did I?..."

"What has critique become when a French general, no, a marshal of critique, namely, Jean Baudrillard, claims in a published book that the Twin Towers destroyed themselves under their own weight, so to speak, undermined by the utter nihilism inherent in capitalism itself—as if the terrorist planes were pulled to suicide by the powerful attraction of this black hole of nothingness?5 What has become of critique when a book that claims that no plane ever crashed into the Pentagon can be a bestseller? I am ashamed to say that the author was French too."

* Gilles Deleuze & Felix Guattari, "What is Philosophy?"

* Catherine Belsey, "Poststructuralism: A Very Short Introduction"

* Joël Dor, "Introduction to the Reading of Lacan: The Unconscious Structured Like a Language"

* Jacques Lacan, "Ecrits: A Selection"

A classic is a book that nobody wants to read but everybody wants to have read.

To have and to hold
Mom, there's only one...!

If no me to me, who to me?

If I wont help myself how would?