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“Hay almas que duermen en el ensueño, como en la nube el águila; mueren en pleno éxtasis, se hunden en la bruma después de haber vivido en la nube; no sienten la aproximación de la penumbra, entran en ella por la puerta del silencio, en la barca de los sueños luminosos: ¡almas fuertes y bellas! Abrazadas a una pasión única, viven de ella, se absorben en su culto, se la ciñen como un cilicio, y ascetas formidables, de rodillas ante un ídolo, insensible a su martirio, llegan a sentir la voluptuosidad de sus dolores; como el cóndor lleva su presa a la cima abrupta, se refugia en la soledad, y allí la devora celoso, estas almas se apoderan de su amor y se aíslan con él en un culto solitario; como el Fénix de la Arabia, viven en el fuego; su pasión las ilumina, no las quema.”
― Flor del fango
― Flor del fango
“Mécontent de tous et mécontent de moi, je voudrais bien me racheter et m’enorguiellir un peu dans le silence et la solitude de la nuit. Âmes de ceux que j’ai aimés, âmes de ceux que j’ai chantés, fortifiez-moi, éloignez de moi le mensonge et les vapeurs corruptices du monde; et vous, Seigneur mon Dieu! accordez-moi la grâce de produire quelques beaux vers qui me prouvent à moi même que je ne suis pas le dernier des hommes, que je ne suis pas inférieur à ceux que je méprise.”
― The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
― The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
“Pienso que la actitud posmoderna es como la del que ama a una mujer muy culta y sabe que no puede decirle «te amo desesperadamente», porque sabe que ella sabe (y que ella sabe que él sabe) que esas frases ya las ha escrito Liala. Podrá decir: «Como diría Liala, te amo desesperadamente.» En ese momento, habiendo evitado la falsa inocencia, habiendo dicho claramente que ya no se puede hablar de manera inocente, habrá logrado sin embargo decirle a la mujer lo que queria decirle: que la ama, pero que la ama en una época en que la inocencia se ha perdido. Si la mujer entra en el juego, habrá logrado sin embargo decirle a la mujer lo que quería decirle: que la ama, pero que la ama en una época en que la inocencia se ha perdido. Si la mujer entra en el juego, habrá recibido de todos modos una declaración de amor. Ninguno de los interlocutores se sentirá inocente, ambos habrán aceptado el desafío del pasado, de lo ya dicho que es imposible eliminar; ambos jugarán a conciencia y con placer el juego de la ironía... Pero ambos habrán logrado una vez más hablar de amor.”
― Postscript to the Name of the Rose
― Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“The Greek myth of Narcissus is directly concerned with a fact of human experience, as the word Narcissus indicates. It is from the Greek word narcosis, or numbness. The youth Narcissus mistook his own reflection in the water for another person. This extension of himself by mirror numbed his perceptions until he became the servomechanism of his own extended or repeated image. The nymph Echo tried to win his love with fragments of his own speech, but in vain. He was numb. He had adapted to his extension of himself and had become a closed system.
Now the point of this myth is the fact that men at once become fascinated by any extension of themselves in any material other than themselves. There have been cynics who insisted that men fall deepest in love with women who give them back their own image. Be that as it may, the wisdom of the Narcissus myth does not convey any idea that Narcissus fell in love with anything he regarded as himself. Obviously he would have had very different feelings about the image had he known it was an extension or repetition of himself. It is, perhaps, indicative of the bias of our intensely technological and, therefore, narcotic culture that we have long interpreted the Narcissus story to mean that he fell in love with himself, that he imagined the reflection to be Narcissus!”
― Understanding Media: The Extensions of Man
Now the point of this myth is the fact that men at once become fascinated by any extension of themselves in any material other than themselves. There have been cynics who insisted that men fall deepest in love with women who give them back their own image. Be that as it may, the wisdom of the Narcissus myth does not convey any idea that Narcissus fell in love with anything he regarded as himself. Obviously he would have had very different feelings about the image had he known it was an extension or repetition of himself. It is, perhaps, indicative of the bias of our intensely technological and, therefore, narcotic culture that we have long interpreted the Narcissus story to mean that he fell in love with himself, that he imagined the reflection to be Narcissus!”
― Understanding Media: The Extensions of Man
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