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A review by ophelia_impersonator
Story of the Eye by Georges Bataille
4.0
cartea asta ma tot urmareste de ceva vreme (acum de exemplu mi-am adus aminte de ea cand a bagat Godard in Weekend cateva scene inspirate) si toata lumea are doar cuvinte de lauda pentru Bataille ( cu exceptia lui Sartre, cred ca daca mai traiau acum Bataille ar fi ras de el si i ar fi zis ca zici ca e un ateu de 14 ani de pe reddit, dar in fine )
nu stiu daca eu o sa ajung pe viitor asa mare fana,
acum poate inca sunt sub efectul a ce am citit despre Bataille la final, despre cum si de ce a scris cartea asta si toate simbolurile din ea jongleaza si mai tare in capul meu, dar chiar mi s-a parut ca a fost ceva, ca a scris-o intr-un mod foarte personal, ca sa se foloseasca de niste amintiri aproape subconstiente la care altfel nici nu avea cum sa ajunga decat prin scris…
cred ca daca nu as fi citit atata Yukio Mishima anul asta poate nu mi se parea asa de interesanta. acum inteleg de ce il admira pe Bataille, amandoi erau obsedati de combinatia eros/moarte si m-a prins aceasta tematica, recunosc
“To others, the universe seems decent because decent people have gelded eyes. That is why they fear lewdness. They are never frightened by the crowing of a rooster or when strolling under a starry heaven. (…) On the other hand, I was not even satisfied with the usual debauchery, because the only thing it dirties is debauchery itself, while, in some way or other, anything sublime and perfectly pure is left intact by it. My kind of debauchery soils not only my body and my, but also anything I may in its course, that is to say, the vast starry universe, which merely serves as a backdrop.”
nu stiu daca eu o sa ajung pe viitor asa mare fana,
acum poate inca sunt sub efectul a ce am citit despre Bataille la final, despre cum si de ce a scris cartea asta si toate simbolurile din ea jongleaza si mai tare in capul meu, dar chiar mi s-a parut ca a fost ceva, ca a scris-o intr-un mod foarte personal, ca sa se foloseasca de niste amintiri aproape subconstiente la care altfel nici nu avea cum sa ajunga decat prin scris…
cred ca daca nu as fi citit atata Yukio Mishima anul asta poate nu mi se parea asa de interesanta. acum inteleg de ce il admira pe Bataille, amandoi erau obsedati de combinatia eros/moarte si m-a prins aceasta tematica, recunosc
“To others, the universe seems decent because decent people have gelded eyes. That is why they fear lewdness. They are never frightened by the crowing of a rooster or when strolling under a starry heaven. (…) On the other hand, I was not even satisfied with the usual debauchery, because the only thing it dirties is debauchery itself, while, in some way or other, anything sublime and perfectly pure is left intact by it. My kind of debauchery soils not only my body and my, but also anything I may in its course, that is to say, the vast starry universe, which merely serves as a backdrop.”