‘‘The sight of torture,’’ Bataille writes in Guilty, ‘‘opens my individual being violently, lacerates it.’’
Not seeking to avoid injury, Bataille gazes upon these intolerable photographs to ‘‘stretch the laceration out,’’ and thereby engage in a violent inner experience at the level of death.
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‘‘Compassion, pain, and ecstasy connive with each other [se composent].’’ Bataille italicizes the element that he also places first in this series because pain and ecstasy, if they are to be experienced to the point of death, are only possible through compassion. And compassion, carried to its extreme in identification with the other, comes forth tears. The tears that issue in profound communication are the tears of a god at once cruel and gentle sacrificing and self-sacrificial. They are the tears of Eros, the god who wounds those whom he conjoins. And as Bataille never stops reminding us, those who would risk compassion for the other also risk being wounded by what they look upon.