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07 December 2010 @ 11:03 pm
some Genet  
Again I'm obsessing over Jean Genet, but only when I'm not distracted by whatever else I'm reading at the moment
(which I'll be sharing for sure. I intended to quit posting out of context quotes here as well... but I can't keep them to myself, and I'm sure some of you out there still enjoy them, or so I hope).

In absolute misery and confinement (emotional and physical), Genet mythifies his reality... transforming everything that is unpleasant, ugly, vile or disgusting into the opposite with precise, sincere observations that are descriptions of beauty. I don't think I've read anything in Genet about anything that is less than beautiful. 

I should be going inside... new house, luxuries such as my computer desk steps away from my bed have been given up for... "civilization" (versus wilderness). If you want to stay up to date on that, add si6nifi3r, I'm keeping my life out of this one as much as I can.
As you may have observed.
More later.
Maybe.


"Certain acts dazzle us and light up blurred surfaces, if our eyes are sharp enough to see them in a flash, for the beauty of a living thing can be grasped only fleetingly. To pursue it during its changes leads us inevitably to the moment when it ceases, for it cannot last a lifetime. And to analyze it, that is, to pursue it in time with the sight and the imagination, is to view it in its decline, for following the marvelous moment in which it reveals itself, it diminishes in intensity."

"... I remain disturbed in the presence of the person who revealed to me that beauty is the projection of ugliness and that by 'developing' certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments."

"A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness. Some men take pleasure in fantasies whose basic contents are not celestial delights. These are less radiant joys, the essence of which is evil."

"... who cares about the reasons for an attitude that composes a poem?"

"If we are free - available - and without faith, our aspirations escape from us, as light does from the sun, and, like light, can flee to infinity, for the physical or metaphysical sky is not a ceiling."

"Faults sometimes - they are deeds - produce poetry."

Jean Genet, from Miracle of the Rose
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