All seduction is feline … Felinity of appearances. All unfolding smoothly, without disruption. For felinity is simply the sovereign unfolding of the body and movement.
Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories, translation by Chris Turner
How could (your body) be so delicious if not by virtue of the speech which it conceals?
Pierre Klossowski, Le Souffleur
I love you: body shared, undivided. Neither you nor I severed. There is no need for blood shed between us. No need for a wound to remind us that blood exists. It flows within us, from us. Blood is familiar, close.
Luce Irigaray, When Our Lips Speak Together
How could I know you fit my body like a glove? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me.
I have time. Please, devour me.
Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour
Impenetrable bodies: only their impenetrability is penetrable. The access as of a wall ringing aloud. Might a corpus be a compact writing, a collection of deaf blows and dull syncopes, directly on the packing-planks of raw sense? Words gathered right at the mouth, at the very page, ink, or screen, returning as soon as gone, not propagating signification. There’s nothing here to discourse about or communicate but bodies, bodies and bodies. A community of bodies, exasperated by inscription, whose minds are at rest in exscription. A community of foreign bodies.
Jean-Luc Nancy, Corpus
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My body is traversed by a cluster of invisible lines which link each point of intersection to the center of the sun. I move about unharmed among all these threads which pierce me, and every point in space breathes a new soul into me.
How the words are. Suspended around you. And. Bones in the body.
Language makes thought, as much as it is made by thought. Thought inhabits language and language is its body.
Maurice Merleau-Ponty, Consciousness and the Acquisition of Language, translation by Hugh J. Silverman
…desires contrasting, contradictory, impacted, immobilizing. The desire to become fully visible, to be seen (at last) as one is, to be honest, to be unmasked. The desire to hide, to be camouflaged. To be elsewhere. Other.
The desire to be stripped down, to be naked, to be concealed, to disappear, to be only ones skin, to mortify the skin, to petrify the body, to become fixed, to become dematerialized, a ghost, to become matter only, inorganic matter, to stop, to die.
Susan Sontag, from Fragments of an Aesthetic of Melancholy
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I have flown the distance of your body from side to side of your ivory coast. I know the forests where I can rest and feed. I have mapped you with my naked eye and stored you out of sight. The millions of cells that make up your tissues are plotted on my retina. Night flying I know exactly where I am. Your body is my landing strip.
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