I sought a soul that might resemble mine, and I could not find it. I scanned all the crannies of the earth: my perseverance was useless. Yet I could not remain alone. There had to be someone who would approve of my character; there had to be someone with the same ideas as myself. It was morning. The sun in all his magnificence rose on the horizon, and behold, there also appeared before my eyes a young man whose presence made flowers grow as he passed. He approached me and held out his hand: “I have come to you, you who seek me. Let us give thanks for this happy day.” But I replied: “Go! I did not summon you. I do not need your friendship… .” It was evening. Night was beginning to spread the blackness of her veil over nature. A beautiful woman whom I could scarcely discern also exerted her bewitching sway upon me and looked at me with compassion. She did not, however, dare speak to me. I said: “Come closer that I may discern your features clearly, for at this distance the starlight is not strong enough to illumine them.” Then, with modest demeanour, eyes lowered, she crossed the greensward and reached my side. I said as soon as I saw her: “I perceive that goodness and justice have dwelt in your heart: we could not live together. Now you are admiring my good looks which have bowled over more than one woman. But sooner or later you would regret having consecrated your love to me, for you do not know my soul. Not that I shall be unfaithful to you: she who devotes herself to me with so much abandon and trust — with the same trust and abandon do I devote myself to her. But get this into your head and never forget it: wolves and lambs look not on one another with gentle eyes.” What then did I need, I who rejected with disgust what was most beautiful in humanity!
Comte de LautréamontBefore being taken to the Morgue, the body is left for a while on the embankment so they can try reviving it. A massive crowd gathers round the body. Those unable to see because they are at the back jostle those in front as best they can. Each thinks: “I wouldn’t be drowning myself, not I.” They pity the young suicide, admire him, but do not imitate him. He, however, found it quite natural to give himself death, deeming nothing on earth able to content him, and aspiring higher.
Comte de LautréamontMaldoror'un mutlu yaşadığı o ilk yıllarda nasıl iyi yürekli biri olduğunu anlatacağım birkaç satırda.
Daha sonra, kötü ruhlu doğmuş olduğunu fark etti: Ne garip yazgı! Kişiliğini elinden geldiğince
gizledi uzun yıllar, ama sonunda, şu alışık olmadığı gerilim yüzünden, her gün kan beynine çıkmaya
başladı; böylesine bir yaşama artık katlanamadığı için de, sonunda, kararlı bir biçimde kötülük
mesleğine adandı… .....
Yalancı biri değildi, gerçeği kabul ediyor ve
kendisinin bir kan dökücü olduğunu söylüyordu. İnsanlar, duydunuz mu? Bu titreyen kuş teleği
kalemle de aynı şeyi tekrarlamaktan utanmıyor. Sanki istençten de güçlü yetke… Bir lânet! Yerçekimi
yasalarına karşı koyabilir mi taş? Olanaksız. Kötülük, iyilikle bağlaşma yapmak isterse, olanaksızdır.
Yukarıda söylediğim de buydu benim zaten.
Stichwörter: les-chants-de-maldoror
Neither I nor the four flippers of the sea-bear of the Boreal ocean have been able to solve the riddle of life.
Comte de LautréamontStichwörter: life poetry surrealism surreal
…the association of two, or more, apparently alien elements on a plane alien to both is the most potent ignition of poetry.
Comte de LautréamontStichwörter: poetry
„Melancholia i smutek są już początkiem zwątpienia; zwątpienie jest początkiem rozpaczy; rozpacz jest okrutnym początkiem szeregu stopni prowadzących ku złu.
Comte de Lautréamontİnsan der: "Okyanustan daha zekiyim ben." Olasıdır; dahası oldukça da doğrudur; ama onun okyanusta yarattığı ürküntüden daha çoğunu okyanus onda uyandırır: Kanıtlanması gereksiz bir şey.
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