His theory of general is economy being based on excess, and power being the capacity to lose are very clever. I think the way he sees the progression of capitalism and protestantism together is incredibly insightful aswell. The shift from production as a way to maintain preists and the military under catholicism to reinvestment for personal gain under protestantism is often over looked. When God controls production time rather than reinvestment it's easier for wealth to have the value of giving satisfaction to people, while in degraded Protestant societies which lack service to God as their center wealth becomes something which is used to expand productive forces. This shift is maintained, even prefected in Marxist ideology where people still remain enslaved to productive forces since the only goal of action is to change the hands that hold the means of production. Owning things does not free man from his enslavement to utility.
The eye is a brilliant love story, and Blue of Noon is an excellent piece on how politics relates to desire.
Erotism is probably my favorite book of his, though is right about a lot of his non fiction being dry.
Some profound intuitions, but a sloppy thinker hamstrung by soixante huitard moronation. His insights are better expressed in Freud, Girard and even Apollinaire.
dangerously based
everyone should read erotism
all volumes of the accursed share are good too.. where tf did i put them...
story of the eye, of course. the dead man is underrated. my mother is underrated.
still have to read literature and evil
>The narrator moves in with Simone, bribing the villas servants in exchange for food and information about Marcelle. We learn that Marcelle has been admitted to apsychiatric ward, which upsets Simone. The couple concocts a plan to break Marcelle out of theward, but their first attempt is ultimately unsuccessful and Simone ends up ill from their escape. While bedridden, Simone discovers a fetish for eggs and their experimentation culminates with Simone putting a soft-boiled inside her vegana while bathing. >To escape the legal consequences of Marcelle's suicide the couple flees toSpainwhere they meet Sir Edmund, a depraved aristocrat who is happy to accommodate their lifestyle. Edmund tells Simone about the tradition in the aristocracy to eat the testicles of a recently killed bull while watching bull-fighting and Simone demands the raw testicles of a bull be given to her when they are watching the famous matador El Granero. As Granero is impaled by a bull and his right eye is ripped out of its socket, Simone sticks one of the raw testicles up her vegana and has an orgasm at the same moment El Granero dies. >>>As Granero is impaled by a bull and his right eye is ripped out of its socket, Simone sticks one of the raw testicles up her vegana and has an orgasm at the same moment El Granero dies. >While sightseeing around Spain, Simone wets her dress laughing. They then visit the Church of Don Juan, where Simone seduces the priest, Don Amindo, by jerking off while confessing inside of theconfessional. After an assortment of sexual debauchery with the priest, Sir Edmund undertakes a blasphemous parody of the CatholicEucharistinvolving desecration of the bread and wine using Don Aminado's urine and semen before pinning the priest down as Simone strangles Don Aminado todeath during his final orgasm. Simone demands the priest's right eye, and proceeds to insert the eye into her vegana. The scene ends with the narrator seeing Don Amindo's eye looking right at him out of the vegana. They escape punishment by donning disguises and making their way down toAndalusia, where they buy a yacht staffed by Africans to continue their adventures overseas, whereupon the story ends.
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demands the priest's right eye, and proceeds to insert the eye into her vegana. The scene ends with the narrator seeing Don Amindo's eye looking right at him out of the vegana.
I believe that truth has only one face: that of a violent contradiction.
The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.
I don't want your love unless you know i am repulsive,and love me even as you know it
Nothing is more necessary or stronger in us than rebellion.
A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism
Beauty is desired in order that it may be befouled; not for its own sake, but for the joy brought by the certainty of profaining it.
Georges Bataille, Erotism: Death and Sensuality
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. In general, people savor the "pleasures of the flesh" only on condition that they be insipid.
But as of then, no doubt existed for me: I did not care for what is known as "pleasures of the flesh" because they really are insipid; I cared only for what is classified as "dirty." 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 thoughts, but also anything I may conceive in its course, that is to say, the vast starry universe, which merely serves as a backdrop.
Incredible nervous state, trepidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).
We have in fact only two certainties in this world - that we are not everything and that we will die.
In what will survive me
I am in harmony
with my annihilation.
Extreme seductiveness is at the boundary of horror
The sexual act is in time what the tiger is in space.
I think that knowledge enslaves us, that at the base of all knowledge there is a servility, the acceptation of a way of life wherein each moment has meaning only in relation to another or others that will follow it.
A man who finds himself among others is irritated because he does not know why he is not one of the others.
In bed next to a girl he loves, he forgets that he does not know why he is himself instead of the body he touches.
Without knowing it, he suffers from the mental darkness that keeps him from screaming that he himself is the girl who forgets his presence while shuddering in his arms.
Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one's rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.
We want to decipher skies and paintings, go behind these starry backgrounds or these painted canvases and, like kids trying to find a gap in a fence, try to look through the cracks in the world.
>refers to the authority of Hegel, Nietzhe, and Heidegger, as to why anything Rene says about Modernity would fall down
The future of IQfy is Bataille.
Very nice. IQfy will become a Bataillean board
His novellas (particularly blue of noon) are really great when writhing in existential dread and terror in the midst of nihilism
His nonfiction I find overly repetitive and boring if true at points
Definitely an important thinker and (in a better world) Great Writer
His theory of general is economy being based on excess, and power being the capacity to lose are very clever. I think the way he sees the progression of capitalism and protestantism together is incredibly insightful aswell. The shift from production as a way to maintain preists and the military under catholicism to reinvestment for personal gain under protestantism is often over looked. When God controls production time rather than reinvestment it's easier for wealth to have the value of giving satisfaction to people, while in degraded Protestant societies which lack service to God as their center wealth becomes something which is used to expand productive forces. This shift is maintained, even prefected in Marxist ideology where people still remain enslaved to productive forces since the only goal of action is to change the hands that hold the means of production. Owning things does not free man from his enslavement to utility.
The eye is a brilliant love story, and Blue of Noon is an excellent piece on how politics relates to desire.
Erotism is probably my favorite book of his, though is right about a lot of his non fiction being dry.
Some profound intuitions, but a sloppy thinker hamstrung by soixante huitard moronation. His insights are better expressed in Freud, Girard and even Apollinaire.
Someone post good excerpts of his writing, or his most worthy and profound quotes, passages, exceprts
dangerously based
everyone should read erotism
all volumes of the accursed share are good too.. where tf did i put them...
story of the eye, of course. the dead man is underrated. my mother is underrated.
still have to read literature and evil
>the dead man is underrated
How? The only excuse that I can give it is that it's probably just an unfinished table of contents for a story to come.
I think it was supposed to accompany drawings (by Klossowski or Bellmer perhaps)
>dude
>sex
>lmao
yes
Wanna know how I can tell you never read him?
>The narrator moves in with Simone, bribing the villas servants in exchange for food and information about Marcelle. We learn that Marcelle has been admitted to apsychiatric ward, which upsets Simone. The couple concocts a plan to break Marcelle out of theward, but their first attempt is ultimately unsuccessful and Simone ends up ill from their escape. While bedridden, Simone discovers a fetish for eggs and their experimentation culminates with Simone putting a soft-boiled inside her vegana while bathing.
>To escape the legal consequences of Marcelle's suicide the couple flees toSpainwhere they meet Sir Edmund, a depraved aristocrat who is happy to accommodate their lifestyle. Edmund tells Simone about the tradition in the aristocracy to eat the testicles of a recently killed bull while watching bull-fighting and Simone demands the raw testicles of a bull be given to her when they are watching the famous matador El Granero. As Granero is impaled by a bull and his right eye is ripped out of its socket, Simone sticks one of the raw testicles up her vegana and has an orgasm at the same moment El Granero dies.
>>>As Granero is impaled by a bull and his right eye is ripped out of its socket, Simone sticks one of the raw testicles up her vegana and has an orgasm at the same moment El Granero dies.
>While sightseeing around Spain, Simone wets her dress laughing. They then visit the Church of Don Juan, where Simone seduces the priest, Don Amindo, by jerking off while confessing inside of theconfessional. After an assortment of sexual debauchery with the priest, Sir Edmund undertakes a blasphemous parody of the CatholicEucharistinvolving desecration of the bread and wine using Don Aminado's urine and semen before pinning the priest down as Simone strangles Don Aminado todeath during his final orgasm. Simone demands the priest's right eye, and proceeds to insert the eye into her vegana. The scene ends with the narrator seeing Don Amindo's eye looking right at him out of the vegana. They escape punishment by donning disguises and making their way down toAndalusia, where they buy a yacht staffed by Africans to continue their adventures overseas, whereupon the story ends.
demands the priest's right eye, and proceeds to insert the eye into her vegana. The scene ends with the narrator seeing Don Amindo's eye looking right at him out of the vegana.
Some quotes of his
I believe that truth has only one face: that of a violent contradiction.
The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.
I don't want your love unless you know i am repulsive,and love me even as you know it
Nothing is more necessary or stronger in us than rebellion.
A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism
Beauty is desired in order that it may be befouled; not for its own sake, but for the joy brought by the certainty of profaining it.
Georges Bataille, Erotism: Death and Sensuality
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. In general, people savor the "pleasures of the flesh" only on condition that they be insipid.
But as of then, no doubt existed for me: I did not care for what is known as "pleasures of the flesh" because they really are insipid; I cared only for what is classified as "dirty." 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 thoughts, but also anything I may conceive in its course, that is to say, the vast starry universe, which merely serves as a backdrop.
Incredible nervous state, trepidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).
We have in fact only two certainties in this world - that we are not everything and that we will die.
In what will survive me
I am in harmony
with my annihilation.
Extreme seductiveness is at the boundary of horror
The sexual act is in time what the tiger is in space.
I think that knowledge enslaves us, that at the base of all knowledge there is a servility, the acceptation of a way of life wherein each moment has meaning only in relation to another or others that will follow it.
A man who finds himself among others is irritated because he does not know why he is not one of the others.
In bed next to a girl he loves, he forgets that he does not know why he is himself instead of the body he touches.
Without knowing it, he suffers from the mental darkness that keeps him from screaming that he himself is the girl who forgets his presence while shuddering in his arms.
Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one's rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.
We want to decipher skies and paintings, go behind these starry backgrounds or these painted canvases and, like kids trying to find a gap in a fence, try to look through the cracks in the world.
I liked how he managed to get someone's eyeball inside a girl's vegana so it was like an eye all over again
Aside from that I wish he'd just be forthcoming about his ideas without giving me a piss fetish for a week and a half
:-O
>georges bataille
And who is that?
>[insert author]
>Discuss
How American of you. Point at something and command, “Go. Do.”
You can’t ask me like that.