A man of 18 years hailing from the state of California. I study and write about politics and philosophy.
"The life thou seekest thou shalt never find. When the gods created man, they gave him Death. Life they kept in their own hands." - Epic of Gilgamesh
In fact, it suffices that the cinema capture the sound of speech close up (this is, in fact, the generalised definition of the “grain” of writing) and make us hear in their materiality, their sensuality, the breath, the gutturals, the fleshiness of the lips, a whole presence of the human muzzle (that the voice, that writing, be as fresh, supple, lubricated, delicately granular and vibrant as an animal’s muzzle), to succeed in shifting the signified a great distance and in throwing, so to speak, the anonymous body of the actor into my ear: it granulates, it crackles, it caresses, it grates, it cuts, it comes: that is bliss.Roland Barthes.The Pleasure of The Text. p. 67 (via picturesofgirlhood)