“The Anti-Prophet” – CIORAN

In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world. . . . The compulsion to preach is so rooted in us that it emerges from depths unknown to the instinct for self-preservation. Each of us awaits his moment in order to propose something—anything. He has… Continue lendo “The Anti-Prophet” – CIORAN

“Genealogy of Fanaticism” – CIORAN

In itself, every idea is neutral, or should be; but man animates ideas, projects his flames and flaws into them; impure, transformed into beliefs, ideas take their place in time, take shape as events: the trajectory is complete, from logic to epilepsy . . . whence the birth of ideologies, doctrines, deadly games. Idolaters by… Continue lendo “Genealogy of Fanaticism” – CIORAN

“Is Reality a Controlled Hallucination?” – Anil SETH

Whether he is an angel that has lost his wings or an ape that has lost his hair, he has been able to leave the anonymity of creatures only by the eclipses of his health. His poorly constituted blood has allowed the infiltration of uncertainties, approximations, problems; his wavering vitality, the intrusion of question marks… Continue lendo “Is Reality a Controlled Hallucination?” – Anil SETH

Prefácio à edição inglesa do Breviário de Decomposição – Eugene THACKER

Eugene Thacker é filósofo, poeta, escritor e professor de media studies em The New School , na cidade de Nova York. Sua produção se concentra, em grande parte, em temas como filosofia do niilismo e pessimismo filosófico. Entre seus livros estão In the Dust of This Planet (parte da trilogia Horror of Philosophy) e Infinite… Continue lendo Prefácio à edição inglesa do Breviário de Decomposição – Eugene THACKER

Cioran’s A Short History of Decay (1949): Foreword by Eugene THACKER

There are writers that one seeks out, and there are writers that one stumbles upon. Emil Cioran is arguably of the latter kind. Such was my own introduction to his work, as a student meandering one rainy afternoon in a used bookstore in Seattle. In the philosophy section, probably squeezed between “Cicero” and “Confucius,” was… Continue lendo Cioran’s A Short History of Decay (1949): Foreword by Eugene THACKER

An Unheard-of Reflection On/Against The Image, by E.M. CIORAN

An enigmatic text, mostly unheard-of by even the most knowledgeable experts in the matter of Cioran, is among the selected writings that compose Contra la Historia [Against History], a collection of aphorisms and essays edited by Esther Seligson, with the purpose of diffusing Cioran's writings in the Spanish-speaking world when his books were just starting… Continue lendo An Unheard-of Reflection On/Against The Image, by E.M. CIORAN

“Parisian Buddhism: Cioran’s exercises” – Peter SLOTERDIJK

The last figure I wish to present in these introductory reflections, the Romanian aphorist Emile M. Cioran, who was born in 1911 and lived in Paris from 1937 to 1995, is likewise part of the great turn that is at issue here. He is an important informant for us, because one can see in his… Continue lendo “Parisian Buddhism: Cioran’s exercises” – Peter SLOTERDIJK

“The irony and obsessions of Cioran’s philosophy” (Marius Nica)

MULTICULTURAL REPRESENTATIONS. Literature and Discourse as Forms of Dialogue Arhipelag XXI Press, Tîrgu Mureș, 2016 [Full text] Abstract: The paper deals with some of the main characteristics of Cioran’s philosophical work and suggests a clear point of view on the so-called pessimistic attitude on life the writer is believed to have constructed. Moreover, the problem… Continue lendo “The irony and obsessions of Cioran’s philosophy” (Marius Nica)

“Counting the ‘Blessings’ of Insomnia” (Gordon Marino)

The New York Times, March 29, 2010 Drip, drip, drip — that’s what insomniac thoughts feel like, a leaky faucet behind the eyes. Last night the ideas were plinking; forehead-pounding regrets over past deeds, horrid fantasies, car crashes of expectations, unrealizable longings. It’s sheer torture. I don’t deserve it! Drip: Or maybe I do. For… Continue lendo “Counting the ‘Blessings’ of Insomnia” (Gordon Marino)