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Antonin Artaud’s monologue (scene from the movie “En compagnie d’Antonin Artaud”, 1993)
- Antonin Artaud
Death (or its allusion) makes men precious and pathetic. They are moving because of their phantom condition; every act they execute may be their last; there is not a face that is not on the verge of dissolving like a face in a dream. Everything among the mortals has the value of the irretrievable and the perilous. Among the Immortals, on the other hand, every act (and every thought) is the echo of others that preceded it in the past, with no visible beginning, or the faithful presage of others that in the future will repeat it to a vertiginous degree. There is nothing that is not as if lost in a maze of indefatigable mirrors. Nothing can happen only once, nothing is preciously precarious. The elegiacal, the serious, the ceremonial, do not hold for the Immortals.
Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?
Mountaineer Gaston Rébuffat posing on the arrow of the Pic du Roc (3409 meters) on the bottom of Dent du Géant in the Mont-Blanc.
Photo: Tairraz George
Here’s a French documentary about the climb, Les Horizons Gagnés
(Turn on the French subs and then turn on google translate subs, except for you Pierre because you’re bloody fluent aren’t you)
Albrecht Durer, Two Hands Holding A Pair Of Books, 1506, via Biblioklept
Indeed, what is friendship other than a proximity that resists both representation and conceptualization? To recognize someone as a friend means not being able to recognize him as a “something.”
The friend is not an other I, but an otherness immanent to selfness, a becoming other of the self. The point at which I perceive my existence as sweet, my sensation goes through a con-senting which dislocates and deports my sensation toward the friend, toward the other self. Friendship is the desubjectification at the very heart of the most intimate sensation of the self.
Friendship is the con-division that precedes every division, since what has to be shared is the very fact of existence, life itself. And it is this sharing without an object, this original con-senting, that constitutes the political.
The Lost Classic Hollywood Snapchats
Man Ray - The Hands of Antonin Artaud, 1922
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