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To feel anything
deranges you. To be seen
feeling anything strips you
naked. In the grip of it
pleasure or pain doesn’t
matter. You think what
will they do what new
power will they acquire if
they see me naked like
this. If they see you
feeling. You have no idea
what. It’s not about them.
To be seen is the penalty.
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The road now stretched across open country, and it occurred to me—not by way of protest, not as a symbol, or anything like that, but merely as a novel experience—that since I had disregarded all laws of humanity, I might as well disregard the rules of traffic. So I crossed to the left side of the highway and checked the feeling, and the feeling was good. It was a pleasant diaphragmal melting, with elements of diffused tactility, all this enhanced by the thought that nothing could be nearer to the elimination of basic physical laws than deliberately driving on the wrong side of the road.
I don’t think irony’s meant to synergize with anything as heartfelt as sadness. I think the main function of contemporary irony is to protect the speaker from being interpreted as naive or sentimental.
I have been loved," she said, "by something strange, and it has forgotten me.
Djuna Barnes, Nightwood.
The only element that introduces existence in the universe is death.
Georges Bataille, “Friendship" trans. Hager Weslati in parallax 2001, vol. 7
There is no language in itself, nor are there any linguistic universals, only a throng of dialects, patois, viperslangs, and specialized languages. There is no ideal speaker-listener, any more than there is a homogeneous linguistic community. Language is, in Weinreich’s words, “an essentially heterogeneous reality.” There is no mother tongue, only a power takeover by a dominant language within political multiplicity. Language stabilizes around a parish, a bishopric, a capital. It forms a bulb. It evolves by subterranean stems and flows, along river valleys or train tracks; it spreads like a patch of oil.
Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia
The nature of words is to fail.
Imagination belongs to the same chain of significations as the anticipation of death. Imagination is basically the relationship with death. The image is death.
Jacques Derrida, Of Grammatology
my heart is black ink
my sex is a dead sun
Georges Bataille, Oeuvres Complètes. via Nick Land in The Thirst for Annihilation
Wearing an antique bridal gown, the beautiful queen of the vampires sits all alone in her dark, high house under the eyes of the portraits of her demented and atrocious ancestors, each one of whom, through her, projects a baleful posthumous existence; she counts out the Tarot cards, ceaselessly construing a constellation of possibilities as if the random fall of the cards on the red plush tablecloth before her could precipitate her from her chill, shuttered room into a country of perpetual summer and obliterate the perennial sadness of a girl who is both death and the maiden.
Angela Carter, “The Lady of the House of Love”
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There is a viscous porosity of flesh – my flesh and the flesh of the world. This porosity is a hinge through which we are and of the world.
I love her neither as an angel nor as a recognizable divinity; the vision of the shattered crystal frees the screaming love within me that makes me want to die.
Georges Bataille, “The Culprit.”
This story is violently dominated by tears; it is violently dominated by death.
Georges Bataille, “The Culprit.”
My books do not settle down. I like books that slip away, the escapees.
Helene Cixous, “The Writing, Always the Writing.”
you burn me
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