Philosophizing is simply one way of being afraid, a cowardly pretense that doesn't get you anywhere.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineTag: philosophy
The mind is satisfied with phrased, but not the body, the body is more fastidious, it wants muscles. A body always tells the truth, that's why it's usually depressing and disgusting to look at.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineWhy kid ourselves, people have nothing to say to one another, they all talk about their own troubles and nothing else. Each man for himself, the earth for us all. They try to unload their unhappiness on someone else when making love, they do their damnedest, but it doesn't work, they keep it all, and then they start all over again, trying to find a place for it. "Your pretty, Mademoiselle," they say. And life takes hold of them again until the next time, and then they try the same little gimmick. "You're very pretty, Mademoiselle..."
And in between they boast that they've succeeded in getting rid of their unhappiness, but everyone knows it's not true and they've simply kept it all to themselves. Since at the little game you get uglier and more repulsive as you grow older, you can't hope to hide your unhappiness, your bankruptcy, any longer. In the end your features are marked with that hideous grimace that takes twenty, thrity years or more to climb form your belly to your face. That's all a man is good for, that and no more, a grimace that he takes a whole lifetime to compose. The grimace a man would need to express his true soul without losing any of it is so heavy and complicated that he doesn't always succeed in completing it.
Tag: unhappiness 252
You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineTag: past
İnsan bir yerde takılıp kaldıkça, nesneler ve insanlar iyice yozlaşıyorlar, çürüyorlar ve sırf sizin hatırınıza leş gibi kokmaya başlıyorlar.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineTag: gecenin-sonuna-yolculuk voyage-au-bout-de-la-nuit
Love...is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite...
Louis-Ferdinand CélineIt is, I believe, one of the few dangerous forms of eccentricity, a highly contagious mania, to be precise, of the rampant social variety! In your friend's case, we may not yet be dealing with out-and-out insanity . . . No . . . Maybe his trouble is only exaggerated conviction . . . But the contagious manias are well known to me! . . . I've known a good many sufferers from conviction mania . . . Of many different types . . . And in the last analysis, those who talk about justice seem to be the maddest of the lot! . . . At first, I must confess, I took a certain interest in justice fanatics . . . Today those particular maniacs annoy and exasperate me more than I can tell . . . Don't you feel the same way? . . . Human beings show a strange aptitude for transmitting this mania. It terrifies me, and we find it, mind you, in all human beings!
Louis-Ferdinand CélineW małej jadalni, tuż obok, ujrzałem ojca, który chodził od jednej ściany do drugiej. Widać było, że jeszcze nie wypracował sobie odpowiedniej postawy, że nie był do końca gotów na tę okoliczność. Być może czekał, aż wydarzenia same się wyklarują, i że łatwiej mu będzie wtedy coś postanowić. Trwał tak, i stał jak nad przepaścią, niezdecydowany. Ludzie przechodzą od jednej sztuki do drugiej. W międzyczasie sztuka nie jest jeszcze gotowa, a ludzie nie potrafią dobrze jeszcze odróżnić jej zarysów, nie znają ról, jakie mają w niej odegrać, więc stoją tak, z opuszczonymi rękami, przed tym, co się dzieje na ich oczach, z instynktem złożonym jak parasol, poruszając się niezbornie, zredukowani do samych siebie, to znaczy, że zredukowani do nicości.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineWe're pupils of the religions—Catholic, Protestant, Jewish . . . Well, the Christian religions. Those who directed French education down through the centuries were the Jesuits. They taught us how to make sentences translated from the Latin, well balanced, with a verb, a subject, a complement, a rhythm. In short—here a speech, there a preach, everywhere a sermon! They say of an author, “He knits a nice sentence!” Me, I say, “It's unreadable.” They say, “What magnificent theatrical language!” I look, I listen. It's flat, it's nothing, it's nil. Me, I've slipped the spoken word into print. In one sole shot.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineTag: on-writing
It happened, you see, after the war, when I saw people making money while the others were dying in the trenches. You saw it and you couldn't do anything about it. Then later I was at the League of Nations, and there I saw the light. I really saw the world was ruled by the Golden Calf, by Mammon! Oh, no kidding! Implacably. Social consciousness certainly came to me late.
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