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Морис Бланшо

Дата рождения: 22. Сентябрь 1907
Дата смерти: 20. Февраль 2003

Мори́с Бланшо́ — французский писатель, мыслитель-эссеист.


„По всей видимости, в искусстве мы начинаем хоть что-то понимать, когда испытываем нечто такое, что хотелось бы обозначить словом «одиночество». Словом этим слишком часто злоупотребляли. Но, тем не менее, что же такое «быть одному»? Когда мы одни? Постановка подобного вопроса не должна заманивать нас лишь в сферу патетических суждений. Одиночество мирское — это, само собою, рана, но тут не место распространяться о подобных вещах. Мы также не имеем этим в виду и уединённость художника, которая ему, дескать, необходима, чтобы заниматься своим искусством. Когда Рильке пишет графине Зольмс-Лаубах: «Вот уж несколько недель, за исключением двух коротких перерывов, как я не произнёс ни единого слова. Моё одиночество, наконец-то, замкнулось, и я весь в работе, как косточка в плоде» — одиночество, о котором он говорит, по своей сути не уединённость: оно — сосредоточение.“

„A writer who writes, ''I am alone''... can be considered rather comical. It is comical for a man to recognize his solitude by addressing a reader and by using methods that prevent the individual from being alone. The word alone is just as general as the word bread. To pronounce it is to summon to oneself the presence of everything the word excludes.“


„There is between sleep and us something like a pact, a treaty with no secret clauses, and according to this convention it is agreed that, far from being a dangerous, bewitching force, sleep will become domesticated and serve as an instrument of our power to act. We surrender to sleep, but in the way that the master entrusts himself to the slave who serves him.“ The Space of Literature

„Every artist is linked to a mistake with which he has a particular intimacy. All art draws its origin from an exceptional fault, each work is the implementation of this original fault, from which comes a risky plenitude and new light.“

„But my silence is real. If I hid it from you, you would find it again a little farther on.“ The Madness of the Day

„I lean over you, your equal, offering you a mirror for your perfect nothingness, for your shadows which are neither light nor absence of light, for this void which contemplates. To all that which you are, and, for our language, are not, I add a consciousness. I make you experience your supreme identity as a relationship, I name you and define you. You become a delicious passivity.“ Thomas the Obscure

„If nothing were substituted for everything, it would still be too much and too little.“ The Writing of the Disaster

„To see was terrifying, and to stop seeing tore me apart from my forehead to my throat.“ The Madness of the Day


„And there is no question that we are preoccupied by dying. But why? It is because when we die, we leave behind not only the world but also death. That is the paradox of the last hour. Death works with us in the world; it is a power that humanizes nature, that raises existence to being, and it is within each one of us as our most human quality; it is death only in the world - man only knows death because he is man, and he is only man because he is death in the process of becoming. But to die is to shatter the world; it is the loss of person, the annihilation of the being; and so it is also the loss of death, the loss of what in it and for me made it death. As long as I live, I am a mortal man, but when I die, by ceasing to be man I also cease to be mortal, I am no longer capable of dying, and my impending death horrifies me because I see it as it is: no longer death, but the impossibility of dying.“ Literature and the Right to Death

„But this is the rule, and there is no way to free oneself of it: as soon as the thought has arisen, it must be followed to the very end.“ Death Sentence

„My being subsists only from a supreme point of view which is precisely incompatible with my point of view. The perspective in which I fade away for my eyes restores me as a complete image for the unreal eye to which I deny all images. A complete image with reference to a world devoid of image which imagines me in the absence of any imaginable figure. The being of a nonbeing of which I am the infinitely small negation which it instigates as its profound harmony. In the night shall I become the universe?“ Thomas the Obscure

„I think: there at the point where thought joins with me I am able to subtract myself from being, without diminishing, without changing, by means of a metamorphosis which saves me from myself, beyond any point of reference from which I might be seized. It is the property of my thought, not to assure me of existence (as all things do, as a stone does), but to assure me of being in nothingness itself, and to invite me not to be, in order te make me feel my marvelous absence. I think, said Thomas, and this visible, inexpressible, nonexistent Thomas I became meant that henceforth I was never there where I was, and there was not even anything mysterious about it. My existence became entirely that of an absent person who, in every act I performed, produced the same act and did not perform it.“ Thomas the Obscure


„A story? No. No stories, never again.“ The Madness of the Day

„Weak thoughts, weak desires: he felt their force.“ Step Not Beyond

„When Kafka allows a friend to understand that he writes because otherwise he would go mad, he knows that writing is madness already, his madness, a kind of vigilence, unrelated to any wakefulness save sleep's: insomnia. Madness against madness, then. But he believes that he masters the one by abandoning himself to it; the other frightens him, and is his fear; it tears through him, wounds and exalts him. It is as if he had to undergo all the force of an uninterruptable continuity, a tension at the edge of the insupportable which he speaks of with fear and not without a feeling of glory. For glory is the disaster.“ The Writing of the Disaster

„As reason returned to me, memory came with it, and I saw that even on the worst days, when I thought I was utterly and completely miserable, I was nevertheless, and nearly all the time, extremely happy. That gave me something to think about. The discovery was not a pleasant one. It seemed to me that I was losing a great deal. I asked myself, wasn't I sad, hadn't I felt my life breaking up? Yes, that had been true; but each minute, when I stayed without moving in a corner of the room, the cool of the night and the stability of the ground made me breathe and rest on gladness.“ The Madness of the Day

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