Albert Camus
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. ― Albert Camus
Category: French Nietzscheanism
Georges Bataille
I equate love (bodies touching indecently) to the limitlessness of being – to nausea, to the sun, and to death. — Georges Bataille, from “La Scissiparié,” Oeuvres Completes III. (Editions Flammarion July 27, 1984) Originally published in Les Cahiers de la Pléiade, Spring 1949.
Georges Bataille
In the violence of overcoming, in the disorder of my laughter and my sobbing, in the excess of raptures that shatter me, I seize on the similarity between a horror and a voluptuousness that goes beyond me, between an ultimate pain and an unbearable joy! — Georges Bataille, The Tears of Eros. (City Lights Publishers… Continue reading Georges Bataille
Georges Bataille
in radiant in night long morphic sheenand tears the tomb of your infinity. — Georges Bataille, from “Je revais de toucher” in “5 poems,” Hyperion: On the Future of Aesthetics, a web publication of The Nietzsche Circle: http://www.nietzschecircle.com, Volume III, issue 4, December 2008
Georges Bataille
Compared to the person I love, the universe seems poor and empty. This universe isn’t ‘risked’ because it’s not ‘perishable.’ But the beloved is the ‘beloved’ for only a single person. Carnal love, because not ‘sheltered from thieves’ or vicissitudes, is greater than divine love. It risks me and the one I love. God by… Continue reading Georges Bataille
Georges Bataille
I already knew this immense tenderness, which is only the last degree of sorrow… I knew then, already, that the intimacy of things is death. — Georges Bataille, L’Impossible, translation by Robert Hurley. (Editions de Minuit, April 1, 1962) Originally published 1947.
The Vale of Soul-Making 