#colette peignot

[deadbutbetter]

kathy acker. translations from the diary of laure

[nekozalenky]

colette peignot, from "fragment of a letter" in laure: the collected writings

[apocalypticbastards]

Translations of the Diaries of Laure by Kathy Acker; published in Issue 3 of SOUP Magazine (1983)

link to pdf: https://editions-ismael.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/1983-Kathy-Acker-Diaries-of-Laure-Colette-Peignot.pdf

(includes higher res and an introduction by the editor/publisher Steve Abbott on translation that’s pretty interesting)

full issue on jstor: https://www.jstor.org/stable/community.28045062?searchText=&searchUri=%2Faction%2FdoBasicSearch%3FQuery%3DSteve%2BAbbott&ab_segments=0%2Fbasic_search_gsv2%2Fcontrol&searchKey=&refreqid=fastly-default%3A866fcbc6484d397fa45286609f105db4&seq=6

[demondancealone]

с кривой улыбкой и

ангельским терпеньем

меня, я знаю,

ждёт она

[virgin-martyr]

Hello dear, would you recommend the collected writings of Colette Peignot? I've been fascinated, at a distance, by her, but I'm never certain of "should I just read her"? How does her writing hold up?

Love, love your blog 💞

I adore Colette Peignot! She was described as the "saint of the chasm," with which I agree. She is delicious, profound, intoxicating. Thus I would oscillate between the foul and the sublime, in the course of which real life would always be absent. The sleepwalker, in a long white nightshirt, illuminates the darkened corners where she kneels, mumbling in her sleep before the crucifix and the Virgin Mary. Holy pictures cover the walls, the sleeper submits to all the genuflections and then slips between her sheets. Abandoned to less real phantoms who also have all rights over me, my room once again assumes the heavy immobility of premature nightmare.

I acquired the certainty that life would yield to my dreams and that I would not fail: I would suffer but I would live.

I floated, suspended between heaven and earth, between ceiling and floor. My eyes rolled back in pain presented their fibrous orbs to the world, my hands, mutilated hooks, carried a senseless heritage.

[readforliving]

‘I believe in our life together... I believe in it the way I believe in everything that brought us together: in the most profound depths of your darkness and of mine. I revealed everything about myself to you. Now that it gives you pleasure to laugh at it, to soil it –– this leaves me as far away from anger as it is possible to be. Scatter, spoil, destroy, throw to the dogs all that you want: you will never affect me again. I will never be where you think you find me, where you think you’ve finally caught me in a chokehold that makes you come...  As for me I am beyond words, I have seen too much, known too much, experienced too much for appearance to take on form. You can do anything you want, I will not be hurt.’

a fragment of a letter from Colette Peignot (Laure) to Georges Bataille

[stonethroated]

Colette Peignot, from 'Laure: The Collected Writings'

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary193

3/26-27/2024

tuesday - wednesday

found out some friends aren't coming to the movie tomorrow.

kind of super frustrating but whatever honestly. it's okay. it's no one's fault i just feel bad seeing them not often.

anyway, today i recorded little bits of vocals for songs, just to get them completed, and i think they are done now, super exciting, imo. i think one is more ready to be out as a single, and i've been messing with the cover art, which is fun

i have an idea for it, to draw something new for it, i got my gf's old tablet out to get used to how that feels again, i might try this 2morrow or something. should be kind of fun too. i am very tired right now though. today i've been learning, or i guess since the day before last, learning about colette peignot, bataille's lover, whom he cheated on and she died at 35. she seems like quite the good writer, something about him being bad to her for some reason, doesn't make me terribly upset. i suppose since his life was so pointed at tragedy and his own failure that in part, this seems to express that at some level, his inability to complete his love, her early death, the fact he really did seem to respect her, this kind of thing, very very difficult and strange but it makes the two of them i suppose some vision of some sort, of destructive drives and love. it comes off as, i dunno, sweet is the wrong word, but it is a real romance.

i did also write tonight, something nonsense, and something added to the ideas from yesterday, it feels good to be like this, right now.

drawing with the tablet is fun, i think i am a bad artist, all i seem to draw is girls(?) with big lips, hands, and guts, and eyes. there is something here though, between these three. i would like to draw something interesting stemming from these things, i think, is what i am feeling.

anyway, i am sleepy now, so

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[algolania]

Lineage

k-punk by Mark Fisher

tumblr 2011-2014

One publishes to find comrades - Andre Breton

JG Ballard

Laure (Colette Peignot)

Marquis de Sade

Georges Bataille

Cyberpunk

Tracy Chapman's self-titled debt album

Nina Simone

David Lynch

Claude Cahun

Lydia Lunch

Pharoh Sanders and Alice Coltrane

Burial's Untrue album

Angelo Badalamenti

GGG [Annie Rose Malemet]

Marina Abromovitc

Wigan Casino

insurrectional anarchism i

Sharon Mitchell

(ongoing reflection)

[drunkchurchpod]

"Eager for affection and for disaster, oscillating between extreme audacity and the most dreadful anguish, as inconceivable on a scale of real beings as a mythical being, she tore herself on the thorns with which she surrounded herself until becoming nothing but a wound, never allowing herself to be confined by anything or anyone".

-George Bataille on Colette Peignot

[deadbutbetter]

[bioabsurdity]

Laure, letter to Georges Bataille, 1934 / Georges Bataille, Blue of Noon, 1935 (published in 1957)

[apocalypticbastards]

Sean Connolly “Laure’s War: Selfhood and Sacrifice in Colette Peignot”

[image reads: In her undead “trance” between the active resistance (agir contre) and the active embrace (agir envers) of those mortal hindrances to life arises the value of life itself—which is also death—and this value is the nothing-made-something, or something-made-nothing, life-death that is sacred. The sacred is the life that is death that is the meaning, purpose, and condition of life. “Tout ce qui relève de la raison d’être est sacré pour moi,” writes Laure, “raison d’être encore, raison de vie, de mort.”]

[virgin-martyr]

I felt horribly distant from all of them, capable of unraveling what each of them wanted, incapable of expressing my own reality to anyone in the world.

Colette “Laure” Peignot, excerpt from “Story of a Little Girl”

[intopermanence]

push your thorns into my flesh

Laure, trans. by Jeanine Herman, from The Collected Writings: “The Red Notebook”

[afterrimage]

“Today. —only delirious but joyful iconoclasts please me. What hell to have gotten the picture—yes there it is: wanting terribly to tell you to go hell the way one throws oneself around the necks of those one loves. The hell of these ponderous airs for profound things.“