Quotations-Citas-Citations-Citazioni

Hans Christian Andersen as a lover

2010-11-14T14:26:00.000-08:00

"Even at the height of his fame, there was something about Andersen -it was his tragic fate- that made him ridiculous as a lover:..."

Hans Christian Andersen. The life of a storyteller.

By Jackie Wullschlager. Page 228.

Writing beautifully

2010-10-17T03:03:00.000-07:00

"I want to write in a beautiful hand because I feel beauty."

The Diary of Vaslav Nijinsky. On Death. Page 210.

Lust, Diaghilev and the creation of Nijinsky's most famous ballets

2010-10-14T03:00:00.000-07:00

"My lusting almost destroyed me. I felt weak. I cold not compose "Jeux". I composed this ballet on the subject of lust. The ballet was not a success, because I did not feel it. I began it well, but then they started to hurrying me, and I never finished it. In that ballet you can see three young people feeling lust. I understood life at the age of twenty-two. i compose that ballet by myself. Diaghilev and Bakst helped me write down the subject of the ballet, because Debussy, the famous musical composer, insisted on having the story on paper. I asked Diaghilev to help me, and he and Bakst together wrote down my story on paper. I told Diaghilev my ideas. i know that Diaghilev likes saying they are his, because he likes praise. i am very pleased if Diaghilev says it is he who has thought up these stories, taht is, "The faun" and "jeux", for these ballets were composed by me under the influence of my life with Diaghilev. "the Faun" is me, and "jeux" is the kind of life Diaghilev dreamed of. Diaghilev wanted to have two boys. He often told me about this desire of his, but I showed him I was very angry. Diaghilev wanted to make love to two boys at the same time and wanted these boys to make love to him. The two boys are two young girls, and Diaghilev is the young man. I camouflage these personalities on purpose because I wanted people to feel disgust. I felt disgust and therefore could not finish that ballet. Debussy did not like Diaghilev's idea either, but eh was given 10,000 francs for that ballet, and therefore he had to finish it.............. "

The Diary of Vasav Nijinsky. On Death. Page 206-207

Nijinsky looking for tarts in Paris

2010-10-11T02:58:00.000-07:00

"I started "chasing tarts". I had difficulty finding tarts, because I did not know where to look for them. i liked the tarts in Paris. They excited me, but, having done it once, I did not want to do anything anymore. I liked those women because they were good people. I felt bad after copulating."

The Diary of Vaslav nijinsky. On Death. page 206.

Nijinsky confesing how he musturbated.

2010-10-08T02:57:00.000-07:00

"I want to describe my life as an artist. I was nervous because I had masturbated a lot. I masturbated because I saw many beautiful women who flirted. I luster after them and masturbated. I noticed that my hair started falling our. I noticed that my teeth began to rot. I noticed that I was nervous and began to dance worse. I took masturbating once every ten days. I thought that ten days was a necessary interval of time, that everyone should come once every ten days, for I heard older people say so. I was no more that nineteen years old when I started masturbating once every ten days. I liked lying in bed thinking about a woman, but I came afterward and decided to make myself the object of my lust. I looked at my own erect prick and felt lust. i did not like it, but I thought that "once I had started the machine running, I had to finish." I came quickly, with a feeling of a rush of blood to my head, i did not have a headache, but I felt pain in my temples. I now have a stomachache because I have eaten a lot, and I have the same kind of pain in my temples as when I used to masturbate. I did not masturbate much when I danced, because I realized it was death to my dancing. I started preserving my strength and therefore gave it up."

The Diary of vaslav nijinsky. On Death. page 205-206.

Current Events and Literature. Brecht's Work Diary.

2010-10-06T13:36:00.000-07:00

"It would be unbelievably difficult to express the emotional circumstances in which I follow the battle for Britain on the radio and in the bad Finnish-Swedish newspapers and at the same time Puntila. This spiritual phenomenon makes lear that such a war can be and that literary work always be carried on. Puntila concerns me almost not at all, the war completely; about Puntila I can write almost everything, about the war nothing. I don't mean "may," I really mean "can."
It is interesting how far literature, in practice, is removed from the center of all decisive events."

Bertoldt Brecht. Arbeitsjournal (Work Journals) 1938-1955. page 59.

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Nijinsky's anger

2010-09-26T16:47:00.000-07:00

"I am a predator. i am a spiteful man. I am not God, but a beast. I am sorry for myself and for people like me. I am not a man. I am a beast. I know they will say that I am a spiteful because I write spiteful things. I am spiteful. I am spiteful and a predatory beast. I have sharp claws. Tomorrow I will scratch. I feel I am spiteful. I do not wish people harm, but people wish me harm. I cannot be sorry for people who wish me harm. I do not wish people harm, but they wish me harm. I can not make my handwriting attractive, because I am angry. I am not writing calmly. My hand is nervous. I am nervous. I am angry and nervous. i can not be calm. I do not want to be calm. I will be angry. I am an angry scoundrel. I am angrier than anyone else in the world. I know how to be angry. I made her angry, and therefore she left me. I cannot write, because I am angry. I am angry, but not in the way other people are angry. I am angry at God. I will not go out for a walk tomorrow. I will stay at home. I will drink wine and beer. I will eat meat. I will laugh. I will be stupid. I don not want to write in an attractive handwriting, because I want people to read me in that way I want. I cannot write anymore."

The Diary of vaslav Nijinsky. On death. page 168.

Nijinsky masturbator and his love for his mother and dance.

2010-09-25T16:30:00.000-07:00

"I knew that Russian church services because I went to church every time. I liked going to church because I liked seeing the silver icons, which glittered. There were candles for sale, and sometimes I used to sell them together with Isayev, my companion in masturbation. I liked him, but felt that what he had taught me to do was a bad thing. I suffered when I wanted to do it. I wanted to do it every time I went to bed. Isayenko noticed that no one in school knew about my habits, and I therefore continued with them. I continued till I noticed that my dancing was beginning to deteriorate. I was scared because I realize that my mother would soon be ruined and I would not be to help her. I started combating my lust. I forced myself to do so. I said to myself, "I mustn't." I learned well. I gave up masturbation. I was about fifteen years old. I loved my mother, and my love for my mother made me improve. I learned well. Everyone began to notice me. I got top marks. My mother became happy. She often told me that the whacking had done me good. I told her that this was so, but I felt otherwise. I loved my mother infinitely. I decided to devote myself to dancing even more. I grew thin. I started to dance like God."

The Diary of Vaslav Nijinsky. On Life. Page 119.

My soul is sick (Vaslav Nijinsky)

2010-09-21T15:37:00.000-07:00

"I want to weep, but I cannot, because I feel so much pain in my soul that I am afraid for myself. I feel pain. My soul is sick. My sickness is of the soul and not of the mind. I know what I need in order to become well again. My sickness is too great for me to be cured of it soon. I am incurable. My soul is sick. I am poor. I am a destitute. I an unhappy. I am horrible. I know that everyone will suffer when they read these lines, because I know that people will feel me."

The Diary of Vaslav Nijisnky. On Life. Page 145.

Meat, masturbation and Gogol. Nijinsky's Diary.

2010-09-20T17:53:00.000-07:00

"Meat is a terrible thing. I know that children who eat meat practice masturbation. I know that girl and boys practice masturbation. I know that women and men together and separately practice masturbation. Masturbation causes idiocy. People lose their feeling and their reason. I used to lose my reason when I practiced masturbation. My nerves were on edge. I used to tremble as if I had a fever. I had headaches. I was ill. I think that Gogol was a masturbator. I know that masturbation destroyed him. I know that Gogol was a rational man. I know that Gogol felt. His feeling became blunter day by day. He felt his death coming, because I do not want to practice masturbation. I was a great masturbator. I understood God badly and thought that he wished me well when I practiced masturbation. I know many women who cross their legs. Those women often practice masturbation."

The Diary of Vaslav Nijinsky. On Life. Page 133.

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Nijisnky and ridicule.

2010-09-03T17:10:00.000-07:00

"I do not like ridicule. I am not ridiculous. I love everyone, and loving everyone is not a ridiculous thing."

The Diary of Vaslav Nijinsky. On life. Page 67.

Nijinsky and his concept of Beauty.

2010-09-02T17:08:00.000-07:00

"Beauty can not be discussed. Beauty cannot be criticized. Beauty is not criticism."

The Diary of Vaslav Nijinsky. On life. Page 59

Nijinsky, Theatre Stage and the circle.

2010-09-01T17:06:00.000-07:00

"I don't like a theater with a square stage. I like a round theater. I will build a round theater. I know what an eye is. An eye is a theater. The brain is the audience. I am the eye in the brain."

The Diary of Vaslav Nijinsky. On life. Page 52

Nijisnky, dance and circle.

2010-08-31T17:06:00.000-07:00

"The circle is the complete, the perfect movement. Everything is based on it-life, art."

Nijinsky. Romola Nijinski quoting Nijinsky's words.

Nijinsky about work.

2010-08-31T17:04:00.000-07:00

"I work with mi hands and feet and head and eyes and nose and tongue and hair and skin and stomach and guts"

The Diary of Vaslav Nijinsky. On life. Page 44.

Nijisnky writing clean like Darwin

2010-08-23T15:33:00.000-07:00

"Darwin was an ape, but did not have lice. I love Darwin for his cleanliness. he wrote neatly. I like writing neatly, but I have a bad fountain pen."

The Diary of Vaslav Nijinsky

Nijinsky talking about Nietzsche

2010-08-22T17:55:00.000-07:00

"Nietzsche lost his head because he thought. I do not think and therefore will not lose my head."

"The Diary of Vaslav Nijinsky" Page 24

Les égouts de Paris sont les égouts de tout, Victor Hugo.

2010-08-18T11:17:00.000-07:00

Les égouts de Paris sont les égouts de tout

La primera vez que leo un texto que bien podría ser el origen de las "metáforas" sobre la mierda saliendo de las cloacas y la problemática social o política. Si no lo es, por demás es un curioso e inteligente texto de Victor Hugo en "Los Miserables".

"L'histoire des hommes se reflète dans l'historie des cloaques. (...) Le crime, l'intelligence, la protestation sociale, la liberté de conscience, la pensée, le vol, tout ce que les lois humaines poursuivent ou ont poursuivi, s'est caché dans ce trou; (...)

L'égout, c'est la conscience de la ville. Tout y converge, et s'y confronte. Dans ce lieu livide, il y a des ténèbres, mais il n'y a plus de secrets. (...) Toutes les malpropretés de la civilisation, une fois hors de service, tombent dans cette fosse de vérité où aboutit l'immense glissement social, elle s'y engloutissent, mais elles s'y étalent. Là, plus de fausse apparence, aucun plâtrage possible, l'ordure ôte sa chemise, dénudations absolue, déroute des illusions et des mirages, plus rien que ce qui est, faisant la sinistre figure de ce qui finit. Réalité et disparition. (...) Un égout est un cynique. Il dit tout.

Cette sincerité de l'immondice nous plaît, et repose l'âme. Quand ona passé son temps à subir sur la terre le spectacle des grands airs que prennent la raison d'état, le serment, la sagesse politique, la justice humaine, les probités professionnelles, les austérités de situation, les robes incorruptibles, cela soulange d'entrer dans un égout et de voir de la fange qui convient.

Cela enseigne en même temps. Nous l'avons dit tout à l'heure, l'historie passe par l'égout. (...) On entend sous ces voûtes le balai de ces spectres. On y respire la fetidité énorme des catastrophes sociales. On voit dans des coins des miroitement rougeâtres. Il coule là une eau terrible où se sont lavées des mains sanglantes.
L'observateur social doit entrer dans ces ombres. Elle font partie de son laboratoire."

"Les misérables" Victor Hugo. Livre deuxième. L'intestin de Léviathan. II. L'histoire ancienne de l'égout. Page 650-652.

Tennessee Williams talking about "the playwright's illness"

2010-08-17T11:48:00.000-07:00

Tennessee Williams talking about "the playwright's illness"

'Someone interviewing me asked me why writers are so preoccupied with disease and death.

"Any artist dies two deaths," I told him, "not only his own as a physical being but that of his creative power, it dies with him."

A play is submitted to so many people and to so many conditions, alterable or not, and to such bafflingly varied interpretations by those to whom it's submitted that it's a wonder the author isn't stricken with incurable vertigo and plummeted irretrievably into a pit of snakes and madness.'

"Tennessee Williams: Memoirs." Chapter 11 page 242

Tennessee Williams about: Being a writer

2010-08-16T16:50:00.000-07:00

Being a writer (Tennessee Williams)

"What is it like being a writer? I would say it is like being free.

I know that some writers aren't free, they are professionally employed, which is quite a different thing.

Professionally, they are probably better writers in the conventional sense of "better". They have an ear to the ground of best-seller demands: they please their publishers and presumably their public as well.

But they are not free and so they are not what I regard a true writer as being.

To be free is to have achieved your life.

It means any number of freedoms.

It means the freedom to stop when you please, to go where and when you please, it means to be voyager here and there, one who flees many hotels, sad or happy, without obstruction and without much regret.

It means the freedom of being. And someone has wisely observed, if you can't be yourself, what's the point of being anything at all?"

"Tennessee Williams: Memoirs" Chapter 11 page 230.

The fear of writing about our past depression states.

2010-08-11T18:56:00.000-07:00

"It is difficult to write about a period of profound, virtually clinical depression, because when you are in that state, everything is observed through a dark glass which not only shadows but distorts all that is seen. It's also hazardous to write about it, since the germ of it still lingers in your system and it could be activated again by thinking back on it."

"Tennessee Williams: Memoirs" Chapter 9 page 202

The Actor's Studio and Tennessee Williams' times of success.

2010-08-10T17:35:00.000-07:00

"Kazan had cast the entire show out of the Actor's Studio, an organization that was a very important thing in the great days-I guess I should say the prosperous days- of Broadway, during my time in the forties and the fifties. Those were two great decades of the Actor's Studio. Nearly every great actor of promise studied there. And the Actor's Studio technique fitted so well my type of play. And, the Actor's Studio-with Kazan, Strasberg, and Bobby Lewis-was a great place for actors to go and compare notes on each other's work and it gave them a sort of home base."

"Tennessee Williams: Memoirs" chapter 9 pages 166-167

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Tennessee Williams about "Streetcar named desire" and Blanche Dubois...

2010-08-04T17:55:00.000-07:00

Tennessee Williams: Memoirs
Chapter 8 Page 130-131

(...) We had come to the Cape too early for ocean bathing, it was still icy cold. But i continued work on streetcar and it was in that cabin that I thought of the exit line for Blanche, which later became somewhat historical: "I have always depended upon the kindness of strangers."

Actually it was true, I always had, and without being often disappointed. In fact, I would guess that chance acquaintances, or strangers, have usually been kinder to me than friends -which does not speak too well for me. To know me is not to love me. At, best, it is to tolerate me, and the drama critics I would say that tolerance seem now to be just about worn out.

Greta Garbo. "Whatever Happened to Mystery?" By Ben Brantley.

2010-07-17T23:42:00.000-07:00

"It was the last day of 1985, on an afternoon steeped in that merciless brightness you associate with early winter in the city, and, suddenly, there she was: a bulky fur coat, a knitted watch cap and an unpainted face, as closed as a fist, behind big sunglasses that had no aspiration to trendiness.

If you didn’t know who she was, she was nothing special. She didn’t look chic, not even rich, amid the well-buffed, well-tailored women with big shopping bags and little dogs. But Miss Garbo had on something none of those ladies could afford: She was wearing six decades’ worth of well-documented silence."

"Whatever Happened to Mystery?" By Ben Brantley. The New York Times. Published July 16,2010.

"Les Misérables" Victor Hugo (Page 621)

2010-07-13T16:25:00.000-07:00

"Jusqu'à ce que l'ordre, qui n'est autre chose que la paix universelle, soit établi, jusqu'à ce que l'harmonie et l'unité règnent, le progrès aura pour étapes les révolutions."

Page 621 Cinquième partie Livre premier Chapitre XX