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I One day, quite some time ago, I happened on a photograph of Napoleon's youngest brother,. Jerome, taken in And I realized then, with an amazement I. Wiki for Collaborative Studies of Arts, Media and Humanities. ROLAND BARTHES. A Barthes Reader. Mythologies. A Lover's Discourse. Camera Lucida. Reflections on Photography. TRANSLATED BY. Richard Howard.
The "Spectator's photograph" descends from the "chemical to narration: He regards looked-through, its referent being so ridden with subjectivity and inten- a photograph to be "flat death" CL, The studium designates an imposture, a fiction of generality that can only take the form of a myth. Is it because of the family mythology hidden behind those old photo- For Barthes, the light that reaches the Spectator literally resurrects graphs of my grandparents, those "patches" my mother showed me the referent from flat death. Reflections on Roland Barthes's Camera Lucida.
And since they are visible things or objects in the world as much as seeing at the origin of the world , I could precisely touch them, with my finger, lips, or even eyes, lashes and lids, by approaching you—if I dared come near to you in this way, if I one day dared.
I desire only you. Where are you? I am playing hide and seek with ghosts. But I know I will end up finding you, and the whole world will be newly lit because we love each other, because a chain of illuminations passes through us. Does he think of his mother every day, or of the mother of whom he dreams every day he tells us at one point that he only dreams of his mother , or of the mother that he both knew and did not know, saw and did not see, or of the mother that was never herself?
Is he haunted by the ruin of all the memo- ries of her that he wished to capture, in the writing of this book, for every day and always? Barthes dreams and writes his vision offering us something like photography itself: I approach myself as I wait for you, today, my love, and for all time, but I know that, with your death, but also in your life, the self I approach is lost and cannot be found.
In the midst of this loss, I experience the madness of a single desire: I love you, I desire you, I want to see and touch your body, I cannot live without you, and, with your death, I am no longer myself, even though I know that, even before your death, and because of my love for you, I already was not myself. Like the punctum about which I soon will tell you, your death has been added to my life, even if, from the very beginning, it already was there.
What is its relation to death, mourning, music, and photography? What does love have to do with the ruin, loss, and dissolution of the self? What does it mean to love a photograph, and in what way does love mean nothing else than loving a photograph is it even possible to love something other than a photograph?
Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography, trans. Richard Howard New York: Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, Inc. All references to the English translation of this text are to this edition and will be cited parenthetically as CL. Since, on occasion, we have modified this translation, we also include references to the original French edition; in this instance, then, the second citation can be found in La chambre claire: Note sur la photographie Paris: All refer- ences to the French edition are given following the English citation and will be cited as CC.
Notes on Love and Photography 5 Barthes, require a reconceptualization of both photography and love? This means, among other things, that this little book on photography is also, and perhaps most essentially and significantly, a text on love and eroticism. Like all lovers, the Barthesian lover therefore seeks to name a world that has never yet existed before his eyes, as if his language might, in calling it forth, touch it for the first time.
This question grew insistent. Barthes not only invents a set of Latinate neologisms but he also ceaselessly marks and remarks even familiar terms in such a way that, in each instance, they break away from what generally has been conceived or meant by them. Perhaps the most elaborate account is provided by Andrew Brown, Roland Barthes: The Figures of Writing Oxford: Clarendon Press, , esp.
As is so often the case with Barthes, each element of his writing—its typographical eccentricities, its rhythm and movement, its echolalia and repetitions, its diction and distribu- tion—works to enact what he wishes to convey. If Barthes creates a text whose movement and circulation, whose words and names, embody and enact its semantic drift, in this instance it is because he wants to suggest that what makes love and photography love and photography is that neither they nor their amorous or photographic subjects ever remain the same.
Dissolving the distinction between one term and another, Camera Lucida proceeds in a way that could be said to belong to the experience of love; it proposes a theory of photographic becoming in which the photograph is a force of transformation: What Barthes engages here, in an extremely systematic and rigorous manner, is nothing less than what produces the difficulty of all contemporary reflections on photogra- phy: But, as he suggests—and here lies his strength and courage—this absence does not result from disappearance or effacement, but, on the contrary, from multiplication and proliferation.
As he puts it, in front of the lens, I am at the same time: In other words, a strange action: I do not stop imitating myself, and because of this, each time I am or let myself be photographed, I invariably suffer from a sensation of inauthenticity, sometimes of imposture comparable to certain nightmares.
CL, p. It tells me that I do not exist before my image—that I exist only as an image, or, more precisely, only as a series of images, none of which are ever one.
A Selection, trans. Alan Sheridan New York: Norton and Co. Notes on Love and Photography 9 because he refuses to imagine himself as someone who, sheltered and protected by a critical, sociological, historical, and even, in the end, an affective distance, rigorously and completely analyzes a photographic corpus.
The I who speaks in Camera Lucida contemplates a series of photographs that he holds in his hands without imagining that he is a neutral witness of a relation or bond that has excluded him: They are bound together in a relation that, acquiring a certain privacy or intimacy, reveals itself to be an amorous one: But this risk is also, at the same time, and like the adventure of love, very trivial.
This is why what makes a photographic experience an adventure is precisely the enactment of an incredible feat that works to transform this triviality into a field in which the power of adventure can unfold in unexpected and transformative ways. To say that there can be no photography without adventure means, among other things, that there can be no adventure without a force of animation and transformation.
This is why, we might say, love as another name for the photographic adventure means: This is why the very possibility of love depends on our being able to love a photograph.
To love an other, then, to love another living person, means to love a photograph—to love what, wounding us, piercing us, and entering us, can no longer be thought or experienced as entirely other than us.
This also is why representation or testimony are never innocent: Instead, Barthes suggests that the essence of photography lies in its affirmation of becoming. I then experience a micro-version of death of parenthesis: Between life and death, subject and object, subject and image, in a kind of parenthesis, the specter I am becoming declares that the only image or subject that could really be an image or subject would be the one that shows its impossibility, its disappearance and destruction, its ruin.
To look at a photograph therefore means to contemplate the singular adher- ence that transforms me into an image and what the image demonstrates to me without demonstrating anything at all about what it means to be a photographic subject. The relation between the object and its image, among the image-object, the object-image, and my gaze, links me to the adventure of experiencing the pho- tographic fragment as a mirror that returns me to my own image.
In other words, why am I not there —in the fragment of paper that I hold in my hand or in the place in which the photo- graph was taken? Why am I not there then, in the moment in which the click of the shutter was heard, in the precise instant in which what the image shows me was transformed into this image? Camera Lucida opens with this ontological desire and, as the text advances, ontology gives way to a space entirely devoted to desire: The entirety of Camera Lucida, in other words, proceeds by seeking a language commensurate with the paradoxical character of the photograph—a language that is guided and interrupted by the desire for the very thing that, always lost, and never comprehended, remains to be mourned: As he would have it—at least initially—the studium is a field of predictability and repetition: Defined as a detail that fascinates, but also as a wound that interrupts the studium, that cuts or pricks the image and the corporeal gaze that would view it, the punctum points directly toward that affective field opened by images—a field that always evokes enjoyment as both pleasurable and wounding.
Emerging with the ghostly force of the supplement, the punctum appears as a kind of transit or relay between the photograph and the viewer that, despite its vio- lence, despite its singularity, nevertheless can be drawn into a network of associations. Like the language that moves in relation to affect, in relation to desire and mourning, the punctum works in relation to the studium. This concept of a ghost is scarcely gras- pable in its self as the ghost of a concept.
Neither life nor death, but the haunting of the one by the other. This is why, if the studium names a kind of education, knowledge, and civil- ity that produces a general interest, an average effect, it does so in the form of a simulacrum. The studium designates an imposture, a fiction of generality that can only take the form of a myth. Indeed, in the same way that generality is nothing but a masquerade of gener- ality, it is impossible to posit, within any image, a space of absolute transgression.
But just as chance belongs to the amorous repetition, the punctum is far from being pure contingency or pure singularity: That Barthes both preserves and dissolves this opposition between differ- ence and repetition, that he seeks to have it enact the paradoxical character of the photograph, is perhaps even more legible if we trace the way in which it is mobi- lized within his text a little more carefully.
For example, it is legible when, in the moment in which he confronts the Winter Garden Photograph, he admits: Thus I could understand my generality; but having understood it, invincibly I escaped from it.
In the Mother, 7. University of Chicago Press, , p. How can we believe in the originality of someone who is not an unprecedented figure in his life but a person who is repeated in the life of others, a figure almost as archetypal as the mother?
In sig- naling originality through the words of another, Barthes stages the paradoxical character of mourning. Effectively, he suggests, the pain or grief that we experi- ence before a loss is always contradictory: At the same time, and like everyone else, we think that our suffering is entirely unique.
And we are not wrong here, because, paradoxically, what is repeated each time that we fall in love or that we lose someone is precisely the radical originality of love or loss. Photography, like love or death, is the experience of the singularity that is repeated or of the repetition that appears as something singular.
The punc- tum and studium do not belong entirely to the image or to the mode of perceiving it—they are neither only attributes of the image nor only a projection of the gaze—but rather are points of connection between the history of the image and the history of the gaze. This is why the true punctum sometimes comes a little later. As a means of visualizing this paradox, the front cover of the Spanish edition of Camera Lucida presents an image of an antique camera—a machine that reminds us of the daguerrotype or of a cer- tain auratic moment—in the process of copying or taking a photograph.
The camera is there, in the center of the cover, between two large quotation marks that, like citation, love, mourning, or photog- raphy, infinitely reproduce its originality.
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Description A graceful, contemplative volume, Camera Lucida was first published in Commenting on artists such as Avedon, Clifford, Mapplethorpe, and Nadar, Roland Barthes presents photography as being outside the codes of language or culture, acting on the body as much as on the mind, and rendering death and loss more acutely than any other medium.
This groundbreaking approach established Camera Lucida as one of the most important books of theory on the subject, along with Susan Sontag's On Photography. That phenomenological perspec.
Barthes likens the novelistic thread of "love and death" that parallels the paradigm of life effect to that of the Haiku: All photographs, as Bar.
And that mythologized print has the capacity to func- condition which the Italian physiologist Luigi Galvani, using a phrase tion as Ariadne's thread thanks to the "luminous rays" and the optic of almost as beautiful as Shelley's, called the enchantment of the heart.
He refers to The photograph is literally an emanation of the referent. From a real body, it as the "that-has-been" of photography: Whether or not the against the colloquial English word 5hot, the latter forever marked for subject is already dead," adds Barthes, "every photograph is this catas- me to the point that I never use the phrase "to take a shot.
Is it because of the family mythology hidden behind those old photo- For Barthes, the light that reaches the Spectator literally resurrects graphs of my grandparents, those "patches" my mother showed me the referent from flat death. In photographs of relatives, the rays re- when I was little?
Barthes sees the equation between resemblance and identity as my grandfather mysteriously disappeared. Rumor had tt that he, along "an absurd, purely legal, even penal affair" CL, Skeptical about with other officers, had been taken prisoner by the Nazis. For seven his mother's likeness, he finds "the splendor of her truth" only in the months my grandmother made trips to Lublin's Castle, which had been Winter Garden Photograph, "one which does not look 'like' her," the turned into a Nazi prison, to deliver food parcels to her husband.
O ne photograph of a child he never knew CL, My grandmother, fatally IOJUred, d1ed on new insights into the nature of that truth about his mother that Barthes Sunday,! July She was thirty-seven. Six months later, on 22Janu- has set out to find through this book.
The photograph can only authen- ary , my grandfather unexpectedly reappeared. It turned out that ticate the existence of his mother before he could have possibly known all this time he had been in a labor camp in Russia. He managed to es- her. Five days later, on Sunday, graph yet improbable I cannot prove it " CL, My mom found him traces what he calls "genetic features" and lineage in the photograph; shot, lying face down in the snow outside the house. He was forty-five. The luminous rays soul, as it reduces her to a metaphor of his own experience.
None of that emanate from the two faces engender punctum in me, not so much this could possibly have been experienced by any other spectator, who, by the referents themselves, as by the interfuit, the "this-has-beenness" of in viewing the Winter Garden Photograph, would have at best imparted what I apprehend.
My gaze then turns inward-satori- and for a fleet- a polite studium upon it, a fact only too well realized by Barthes, who, for ing moment I see myself, incredulously, a descendant of those unkno': Mter Roland Barthes, elements that produces desire in the reader who, deprived of the visual how else could I view these three photographs? The flat death of the photograph encodes at once the pastness of the Notes once-present moment and the click that "shot," "removed" that moment 1. Viking, , into the future from which the spectator can view it as past.
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