“Emotion, if the sense of life is inscribed therein, cannot be subordinated to any useful end.
Thus the paradox of emotion is that it wants to have much more sense than it does have.
Emotion that is not tied to the opening of a horizon but to some nearby object, emotion within the limits of reason only offers us a compressed life.
Burdened by our lost truth, the cry of emotion rises out of disorder, such as it might be imagined by the child contrasting the window of his bedroom to the depths of the night.
Art, no doubt, is not restricted to the representation of horror, but its movement puts art without harm at the height of the worst and, reciprocally, the painting of horror reveals the opening onto all possibility.
That is why we must linger in the shadows which art acquires in the vicinity of death.
If, cruel, it does not invite us to die in ravishment, art at least has the virtue of putting a moment of our happiness on a plane equal to death.”
— Georges Bataille, L’Art exercise de la cruauté, 1949
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...could only be better if he was cumming in his own mouth...
Brad Day
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