she wolf

“If your heart is pounding, think upon a child’s most obscene moments.

With a child, different moments are separated–

joyful games

An adult links these moments together: in dirtiness he attains an ingenuous joy.

Dirtiness without a childish shame, games without a child’s joy, ingenuousness without the thoughtless reflex by which it is characterized in children–all of these are but comedies staged by adulthood’s reductive seriousness. Health, on the other hand, maintains childhood’s burning flame. The worst impotence coincides with the domination of seriousness.

Naked breasts and the obscenity of your sex have the power to bring about that which as a little girl, able to do nothing, you could only dream.


Battered by frozen despair, by the majestic horrors of life! At exasperation’s end. Today I find myself at the edge of the abyss. At the limit of disaster and an intolerable happiness. At the very peak of a vertiginous height I sing a HALLELUIAH: the purest, most dolorous you could hear.

Calamity’s solitude is a halo, a veil of tears with which you will be able to cover your dog’s nakedness.

Listen to me. I speak softly in your ear. But don’t misunderstand my soft tone. Go out into the anguished night, naked, go to the place where the path turns.

Press your fingers into your moist folds. It will be sweet to smell upon you the viscous, bitter scent of pleasure: the damp, stale odor of flesh made happy. Voluptuousness contracts the lips burning to open out onto anguish. The wind upon the small of your back makes you feel more than naked as you quake and quiver with the cartilaginous snap of your spine–that snapping which makes the whites of your eyes roll up to fill the voids between your eyelids.

In a lonely forest far from your abandoned clothing will you hunch down carefully like a she-wolf.

Lightning with its fierce stench and pounding rain are the companions of anguish and obscenity.

Get up, and flee: childish, abandoned, howling in frightened laughter.”

-From Halleluiah! The Catechism of dianus by Georges Bataille

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