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Started by Cramulus, August 18, 2009, 02:53:35 PM

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Cramulus

http://www.scribd.com/doc/210939/THE-STORY-OF-THE-EYE-Georges-Bataille?classic_ui=1

Erotic novel from 1928. Contains NSFW text.

go to a random page and read.


One Internets will be awarded to whoever can find the best quote.


edit; link updated with a page you can actually scroll through

Cramulus

Quote from: Page 42Simone settled on the toilet, and we each ate one of the hot eggs with salt. With the three that were left, I softly caressed her body, gliding them between her buttocks and thighs, then I slowly dropped them into the water one by one. Finally, after viewing them for a while, immersed, white, and still hot (this was the first time she was seeing them peeled, that is naked, drowned under her beautiful cunt), Simone continued the immersion with a plopping noise akin to that of the soft-boiled eggs.

Cramulus

Quote"First I am going to tell you a story," Sir Edmund said to him sedately. "You know that men who are hanged or garroted have such stiff cocks the instant their respiration is cut off, that they ejaculate. You are going to have the pleasure of being martyred while fucking this girl." 


...


Simone lay on the floor, her belly up, her thigh still smeared by the dead man’s sperm which had trickled from her vulva. I stretched out at her side to rape and fuck her in turn, but all I could do was squeeze her in my arms and kiss her mouth, because of a strange inward paralysis ultimately caused by my love for the girl and the death of the unspeakable creature. I have never been so content.  

oh man, 1928 snuff porn

this stuff is so classic

Cramulus

QuoteAt that time, we imagined Marcelle, with her dress tucked up, but her body covered and her feet shod: we would put her in a bathtub half filled with fresh eggs, and she would pee while crushing them. Simone also day dreamed about my holding Marcelle, this time with nothing on but her garter belt and stockings, her cunt aloft, her legs bent, and her head down; Simone herself, in a bathrobe drenched in hot water and thus clinging to her body but exposing her bosom, would then get upon a white enameled chair with a cork seat. I would arouse her breasts from a distance by lifting the tips on the heated barrel of a long service revolver that had been loaded and just fired (first of all, this would shake us up, and secondly, it would give the barrel a pungent smell of powder). At the same time, she would pour a jar of dazzling white crème fraise on Marcelle’s gray anus, and she would also urinate freely in her robe or, if the robe were open, on Marcelle’s back or head, while I could piss on Marcelle from the other side (I would certainly piss on her breasts).Furthermore, Marcelle herself could fully inundate me if she liked, for while I held her up, her thighs would be gripping my neck. And she could also stick my cock in her mouth and what not. 


I don't know why, but after reading that whole passage, the last sentence cracked me up

Dimocritus

QuoteI don't know why, but after reading that whole passage, the last sentence cracked me up

:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:

I'll tell you what, I didn't even have to read the whole passage for that line to crack me up.
HOUSE OF GABCab ~ "caecus plumbum caecus"

LMNO

"And what not" is a SEXY phrase.


Also, the guy's pretty obsessed with eggs, no?

Rumckle

 :? :lulz:
This story is brilliant.

QuoteSimone began by slamming the base of the chalice against his skull, which jolted him and left him utterly dazed. Then she resumed sucking him, which provoked his ignoble rattles. After bringing his senses to a height of fury with Sir Edmund's help and mine, she gave him a hard shake.

"That's not all," she said in a voice that brooked no reply. "It's time to piss."

And she struck his face again with the chalice, but at the same time she stripped naked before him and I finger-fucked her.
It's not trolling, it's just satire.

Rumckle

Quote from: LMNO on August 18, 2009, 03:47:46 PM
"And what not" is a SEXY phrase.


Also, the guy's pretty obsessed with eggs, no?

Apparently there is a deep and meaningful reason for that:

QuoteWhen I was born, my father was suffering from general paralysis, and he was already blind when he conceived me; not long after my birth, his sinister disease confined him to an armchair. However, the very contrary of most male babies, who are in love with their mothers, I was in love with my father. Now the following was connected to his paralysis and blindness. He was unable to go and urinate in the toilet like most people; instead, he did it into a small container at his armchair, and since he had to urinate very often, he was unembarrassed about doing it in front of me, under a blanket, which, since he was blind, he usually placed askew. But the weirdest thing was certainly the way he looked while pissing.Since he could not see anything, his pupils very frequently pointed up into space, shifting under the lids, and this happened particularly when he pissed. Furthermore, he had huge, ever-gaping eyes that flanked an eagle nose, and those huge eyes went almost entirely blank when he pissed, with a completely stupefying expression of abandon and aberration in a world that he alone could see and that aroused his vaguely sardonic and absent laugh (I would have liked to recall everything here at once, for instance the erratic nature of a blind man's isolated laughter, and so forth). In any case, the image of those white eyes from that time was directly linked, for me, to the image of eggs, and that explains the almost regular appearance of urine every time eyes or eggs occur in the story

TLDR:
His father used to piss in a jar because he was disabled, and while pissing in the jar he looked aroused and his eyes looked like eggs.
It's not trolling, it's just satire.

Captain Utopia

Quote from: Rumwolf on August 18, 2009, 04:02:07 PM
TLDR:
His father used to piss in a jar because he was disabled, and while pissing in the jar he looked aroused and his eyes looked like eggs.
I almost yearn for the simplicity of such a time when having a convoluted backstory was a good substitute for actual meaning.

Kai

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water. --Loren Eisley, The Immense Journey

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Cramulus

QuoteAnd it struck me that death was the sole outcome of my erection, and if Simone and I were killed, then the universe of our unbearable personal vision was certain to be replaced by the pure stars, fully unrelated to any external gazes and realizing in a cold state, without human delays or detours, something that strikes me as the goal of my sexual licentiousness: a geometric incandescence (among other things, the coinciding point of life and death, being and nothingness), perfectly fulgurating.  Yet these images were, of course, tied to the contradiction of a prolonged state of exhaustion and an absurd rigidity of my penis.

Darth Cupcake

I love this so much.

Because a professor I really enjoyed talking with and working with while I studied in Paris was absolutely OBSESSED with Bataille and had done tons of research and published on him.

I never knew shit about Bataille until now.

Good god, I might fall off my chair I'm laughing so hard.
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Mesozoic Mister Nigel

I love the terrible absurdity of some most of the lines.
"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


Cramulus

Quote from: Darth Cupcake on August 18, 2009, 09:50:45 PM
I love this so much.

Because a professor I really enjoyed talking with and working with while I studied in Paris was absolutely OBSESSED with Bataille and had done tons of research and published on him.

I never knew shit about Bataille until now.

Good god, I might fall off my chair I'm laughing so hard.


So he tried to sell this stuff as high literature, right? He sounds like a crazy character.


Quote from: wikipediaInitially attracted to Surrealism, Bataille quickly fell out with its founder André Breton, although Bataille and the Surrealists resumed cautiously cordial relations after World War II. Bataille was a member of the extremely influential College of Sociology in France between World War I and World War II. The College of Sociology was also comprised of several renegade surrealists. He was heavily influenced by Hegel, Freud, Marx, Marcel Mauss, the Marquis de Sade, Alexandre Kojève, and Friedrich Nietzsche, the last of whom he defended in a notable essay against appropriation by the Nazis.[1]

Fascinated by human sacrifice, he founded a secret society, Acéphale, the symbol of which was a decapitated man. According to legend, Bataille and the other members of Acéphale each agreed to be the sacrificial victim as an inauguration; none of them would agree to be the executioner. An indemnity was offered for an executioner, but none was found before the dissolution of Acéphale shortly before the war. The group also published an eponymous review, concerned with Nietzsche's philosophy, and which attempted to postulate what Jacques Derrida has called an "anti-sovereignty". Bataille thus collaborated with André Masson, Pierre Klossowski, Roger Caillois, Jules Monnerot, Jean Rollin and Jean Wahl.

Bataille drew from diverse influences and used diverse modes of discourse to create his work. His novel Story of the Eye (Histoire de l'oeil), published under the pseudonym Lord Auch (literally, Lord "to the shithouse" — "auch" being short for "aux chiottes," slang for telling somebody off by sending him to the toilet), was initially read as pure pornography, while interpretation of the work has gradually matured to reveal the considerable philosophical and emotional depth that is characteristic of other writers who have been categorized within "literature of transgression." The imagery of the novel is built upon a series of metaphors which in turn refer to philosophical constructs developed in his work: the eye, the egg, the sun, the earth, the testicle.