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“La evocación tiene sobre la experiencia la ventaja de una riqueza y de una facilidad infinita pero aparta de la experiencia (esencialmente paralizada). Sin la exuberancia de la evocación, la experiencia sería razonable. Comienza a partir de mi locura, si la impotencia de la evocación me asquea. La poesía abre la noche al exceso del deseo. La noche que han dejado los estragos de la poesía es en mí la medida de un rechazo —de mi loca voluntad de desbordar el mundo—. También la poesía desbordaba ese mundo, pero no podía cambiarme. Mi libertad ficticia aseguró ante todo que no destruía la ley de lo dado por la naturaleza. Si me hubiera conformado, me habría sometido con el tiempo a la dimensión de lo dado.”

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Georges Bataille
Georges Bataille

French author and philosopher, born on September 10, 1897, and died on July 9, 1962. Bataille is known for his unique literary style and philosophical thinking, with works spanning various forms including novels, essays, and critiques. more

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