Quotes of the Day. January 26, 2010.
“Pornography is the quadraphonics of sex. It adds a third and fourth track to the sexual act. It is the hallucination of detail that rules. Science has already habituated us to this microscopics, this excess of the real in its microscopic detail, this voyeurism of exactitude.” (Jean Baudrillard)
“At the heart of pornography is sexuality haunted by its own disappearance” (Jean Baudrillard)
“Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it’s usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.” (Jim Morrison)
“Smile and others will smile back. Smile to show how transparent, how candid you are. Smile if you have nothing to say. Most of all, do not hide the fact you have nothing to say nor your total indifference to others. Let this emptiness, this profound indifference shine out spontaneously in your smile.” (Jean Baudrillard)
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Posted on January 26th, 2010 under English, Quotes • Tags: disappearance, emptiness, exactitude, hallucinations, indifference, Jean Baudrillard, lies, pornography, sex, sexuality, voyeurism. •
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May 7th, 2010 at 8:01 pm
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