We perceive first the anomaly of sheer existence, and only afterward that of our specific situation: the surprise of being precedes the surprise of being human. Yet the strange character of our state should constitute the primordial datum of our perplexities: it is less natural to be man than, simply, to be. We feel this… Continue reading Emil M. Cioran
The mission of every human being is to fulfill the lie he incarnates, to succeed in being no more than an exhausted illusion. — Emil M. Cioran, Anathemas And Admirations. (Arcade Publishing, September 15, 1998)
Every work turns against its author: the poem will crush the poet, the system the philosopher, the event the man of action. Destruction awaits anyone who, answering to his vocation and fulfilling it, exerts himself within history; only the man who sacrifices every gift and talent escapes: released from his humanity, he may lodge himself… Continue reading Emil M. Cioran
My soul is chaos, how can it be at all? There is everything in me: search and you will find out. I am a fossil dating from the beginning of the world: not all of its elements have completely crystallized, and initial chaos still shows through. I am absolute contradiction, climax of antinomies, the last… Continue reading Emil M. Cioran
Unreadability of this world. All doubles. The strong clocks back the fissure-hour, hoarsely. You, wedged into your deepest, climb out of yourself for ever. — Paul Celan, “Unreadability,” Paul Celan: Selections. (University of California Press, March 14th 2005)
The mission of Everyman is to fulfill the lies he incarnates, to succeed in being no more than an exhaust illusion. — Emil M. Cioran, Anathemas and Admirations. (Arcade Pub; 1st English language ed edition, May 1991) Originally published 1987.
Poetry remakes and prolongs language; every poetic language begins by being a secret language, that is, the creation of a personal universe, of a completely closed world. The purest poetic act seems to re-create language from an inner experience that … reveals the essence of things. — Mircea Eliade, Shamanism: Archaic Techniques of Ecstasy. (Princeton… Continue reading Mircea Eliade
After having struggled madly to solve all problems, after having suffered on the heights of despair, in the supreme hour of revelation, you will find that the only answer, the only reality, is silence. — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair, (University Of Chicago Press,1996)
Any and all water is the color of drowning. — Emil M. Cioran, All Gall Is Divided: Aphorisms. (Arcade Publishing August 25, 1999) Originally published 1952.
Time is heavy sometimes; imagine how heavy eternity must be. — Emil M. Cioran, The Book of Delusions. (1936)