Beauty has no other origin than a wound, unique, different for each person, hidden or visible, that everyone keeps in himself, that he preserves and to which he withdraws when he wants to leave the world for a temporary but profound solitude. – Jean Genet, Fragments of the Artwork. (Stanford University Press; 1 edition, April… Continue reading Jean Genet
What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music…. And people flock around the poet and say: ‘Sing again soon’ – that is, ‘May new sufferings torment your soul but… Continue reading Søren Kierkegaard
What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears? — Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or: A Fragment of Life. (Penguin Classics; Revised ed. edition December 1, 1992) Originally published 1843.
The more consciousness the more intense the despair. — Søren Kierkegaard, The Sickness Unto Death. (Princeton University Press November 1, 1983) Originally published 1849.
For the spectator does not see space, he sees the objects and events; he does not perceive the coordinates with the same cyclopean eye of the camera. With his entire body, desires, and fantasies, he perceives the existential dimensions by which the world is organized. — Mikel Dufrenne, The Phenomenology of Aesthetic Experience. (Northwestern University… Continue reading Mikel Dufrenne
In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant…My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known — no wonder, then, that I return the love. — Søren Kierkegaard, “Diapsalmata,” Vol. 1, Either/Or: A Fragment of Life. (Penguin Classics; Revised ed. edition December 1, 1992) Originally published in 1843.
Adversity draws men together and produces beauty and harmony in life’s relationships, just as the cold of winter produces ice-flowers on the window-panes, which vanish with the warmth. ― Søren Kierkegaard