April 2012
“Which solitude is the one in which the snake caresses us and licks our cheeks...”
– E. M. Cioran, The Book of Delusions, Hyperion v.1, 2010, trans. Camelia Elias (via proustitute)
[Haha!! Glad I don’t think that anymore!!]
Talking for four hours
About high and low art,
Canon, tradition, modernity,
Accessibility, obscurity, pleasure, pain, anxiety, joy
Music, literature, philosophy, cinema
Writing, career, hopes, despairs.
*
Hm… I think I’ll choose not to feel guilty about it.
I’m sure Socrates would be proud!!
:] :]
xoxo
.163. Les petits cailloux de Scrib.4.
scriblerus:
Baise m’encor, rebaise moi et baise;
Donne m’en un de tes plus savoureux,
Donne m’en un de tes plus amoureux :
Je t’en rendrai quatre plus chauds que braise.
Ainsi, mêlant nos baisers tant heureux,
Jouissons-nous l’un de l’autre à notre aise.
Sonnets XVIII
Louis Labé.
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