“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire. The emotion derives from a double contact: on the one hand, a whole activity of discourse discreetly, indirectly focuses upon a single signified, which is “I desire you,” and releases, nourishes, ramifies it to the point of explosion (language experiences orgasm upon touching itself); on the other hand, I enwrap the other in my words, I caress, brush against, talk up this contact, I extend myself to make the commentary to which I submit the relation endure.”—Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments
“I think that “row, row, row, your boat gently down the stream” is a very profound song. Life is but a dream. I think that it’s your boat and you row your boat and you don’t pay attention to anyone else’s boat and you can dream anything you want. And if you have thoughts that it’s a bad dream and have thoughts that things don’t happen and it’s a tough world and it’s not fair, then that’s how you see it and it just depends on what you see. And I think I learned early on that I could dream and create anything that I wanted. So, you know, I did it.”—Ellen DeGeneres
I see design as a discipline through which dominant ideological symbols and icons are produced, reinforced, and materialised in our society. Design is always political. I believe designers should develop a bit more of a conscience in regards to their work’s relationship to politics. It’s important to be aware that our work is repeatedly employed for ideological concerns. Design is such a powerful vehicle for disseminating information. If explored, It can act as a catalyst for further involvement in social alternatives and create tangible improvements in everyday life.
I love you more than all the world and have no hope of reward on earth or hereafter, so precious as that in your dear arms, in your thrilling lips, in your matchless breasts, in your incomparable embrace.
[Letter written by Warren G. Harding to his mistress, Dec. 24 1910]