SOMETHING ENDS.

"Serce mrozi nadmiar czułości dla innego człowieka. Nadciąga chwila, której pełne przeżycie nie jest możliwe. Pojawia się zazdrość o coś nieidentyfikowalnego, co wyłania się z przeszłości i czego nie sposób przymusić do powtórnego przyjścia. Radosne wyzwolenie, z jednoczesnym poczuciem nieodwracalności chwili, zmienia popęd w płacz. Wiadomo, że wiele gatunków zwierząt umiera w czasie tarła lub parzenia się. Coś się kończy. Nawet kiedy kocha się najmocniej, coś się kończy."

["The heart freezes the abundance of affection for another person. A moment comes when the complete experience becomes impossible. Jealousy over something unidentified from the past appears and this something cannot be forced to return. The joyful release simultaneous with the feeling of irreversibility of the moment turns joy into cry. It's common knowledge that a lot of animal species die during spawning and copulation. Something ends. Even when you love the most, something ends." - Trans. mine]

Pascal Quignard, Seks i Trwoga. Czytelnik: Warszawa, 2002. Tłum. Krzysztof Rutkowski.

THE STORY OF THE I.

Tomasz Swoboda's Historie Oka is, as far as I'm concerned, up to date the most linguistically and meritoriously succulent synthesis of Bataillean thought, and notably by a Polish philologist and translator. For those unfamiliar with Bataille and his work - his input into French literature includes an expansive stream of meditation on the unspeakable in human sexuality and trasgressive [as in agressive and futile) behavior in general and his books are, for me at least, yet unsurpassed in their minimal though excruciating depiction of surreal eroticism of fetishistic paroxysms. He's also the explicator of material heterology, pineal gland, solar anus and other profanely contextualized concepts of great importance for us, the believers in the corporeal, the impossible and the excessive.
Here's a purely arbitrary and condensed collection of quotes from my favorite propagator of philosophical obscenity.

Hans Bellmer, a drawing for Georges Bataille's Histoire de l'Oeil, 1947.

The caress of the eye over the skin is so utterly, so extraordinarily gentle, and the sensation is so bizarre that it has something of a rooster's horrible crowing. - The Story of the Eye, p.23

... at the end of reason, at the end of man, at the end of the Cartesian pineal gland (the supposed seat of consciousness) there is only orgasm and a simultaneous fall, a simultaneous death. - Visions of Excess, p.xii

God, when he knows, is a pig. - Madame Edwarda, p.160

Realism gives me the impression of a mistake. Violence alone escapes the feeling of poverty of those realistic experiences. Only death and desire have the force that oppresses, that takes one's breath away. Only the extremism of desire and of death enables one to attain the truth. - The Impossible, Preface p.9

On a comprehensive view, human life strives towards prodigality to the point of anguish, to the point where the anguish becomes unbearable. The rest is mere moralising chatter. - Erotycyzm, p.65

Beauty is desired in order that it may be befouled; not for its own sake, but for the joy brought by the certainty of profaning it. - Erotycyzm, p.141

Only the actual experience of states of normal sexual activity and the clash between them and socially approved conduct allows us to recognise that this activity has its inhuman side. The organs' plethora induces reactions alien to the normal run of human behaviour. A rush of blood upsets the balance on which life is based. A madness suddenly takes possession of a person. That madness is well known to us but we can easily picture the surprise of anyone who did not know about it and who by some device witnessed unseen the passionate lovemaking of some woman who had struck him as particularly distinguished. He would think she was sick, just as mad dogs are sick. Just as if some mad bitch had usurped the personality of the dignified hostess of a little while back. Sickness is not putting it strongly enough, though; for the time being the personality is dead. For the time being its death gives the bitch full scope, and she takes advantage of the silence, of the absence of the dead woman. The bitch wallows-wallows noisily-in that silence and that absence. The return of the personality would freeze her and put an end to the sensual delight she has abandoned herself to. - Erotycyzm, p.106

What is really loved is loved mainly in shame. - L'esprit moderne et le jeu des transpositions

Why is the world of sin boring? Because it likes its sin without
wanting to know it. You always talk to us about the explosion of the
world of sin. This world is truly tarnished. - P.Klossowski on Bataille. Discussion On Sin - The Unfinished System of Knowledge,p.43

What is the worst aberration?
That which we ignore, gravely holding out for wisdom?
That from which, when we see it, we know there is no escape? - The Unfinished System of Knowledge,p.84

I risk myself if sensuality or pain project me beyond a sphere where I have only one meaning: the sum of the responses I give to the demands of usefulness; I am at risk when, at the end of the possible, I tend so strongly toward that which will overturn what the idea of death pleases in me-and I laugh, taking pleasure in it. - The Unfinished System of Knowledge,p.98

And so what: I'm free, powerless, and I will perish: I ignore the limits of obligation in every way. - The Unfinished System of Knowledge.p.108