Jean Lorrain Professions : Poet Born : August 9, 1855 Died : June 30, 1906 Browse All Authors Top 10 quotes by Jean Lorrain You see, the strangeness of my case is that now I no longer fear the invisible, I’m terrified by reality. Jean Lorrain invisible fear reality The madness of the eyes is the lure of the abyss. Sirens lurk in the dark depths of the pupils as they lurk at the bottom of the sea, that I know for sure - but I have never encountered them, and I am searching still for the profound and plaintive gazes in whose depths I might be able, like Hamlet redeemed, to drown the Ophelia of my desire. Jean Lorrain eye sea dark It is the sheer ugliness and banality of everyday life which turns my blood to ice and makes me cringe in terror. Jean Lorrain ice everyday blood Her vice takes hold of her again, but she still refrains until some moment when, gnawed by some hideous caprice, she comes aground like a mournful wreck ruined by lust, in the midst of her own banal, perfidious pollution. Jean Lorrain wrecks vices lust The fancies that take their monstrous birth from the spinelessness and boredom of usurped wealth bring in their wake every defect ... and though rich men's crimes escape the law, protected as they are by the cowardice of governments and people, Nature, more real than society, sets her anarchic example by abandoning the wretched time servers of Capital to the shame and madness of the worst aberrations. Jean Lorrain real law men The charm of horror only tempts the strong Jean Lorrain horror-genre horror strong Ingratitude' is the name which avatars of Narcissus give to the success of others. Jean Lorrain success-of-others names giving Ensor sees with his imagination, but his vision is perfectly accurate, of an almost geometric precision. He is one of the very few who can really see. Like you, he has an obsession with masks; he is a seer as you and I are. The common herd, of course thinks that he is mad.*****************You shall see what sort of man Ensor is, and what a marvellous insight he has into the invisible realm where our vices are created... those vices for which our faces make masks. Jean Lorrain mad men thinking The larvae! The scent of young blood entices and draws them closer. There's no need to venture into antiquity to evoke the shades of the dead. Jean Lorrain scent blood needs Polaire! The agitating and agitated Polaire! The tiny slip of a woman that you know, with the waist slender to the point of pain, of screaming out loud, of breaking in two, in a spasmically tight bodice, the prettiest slimness ... Jean Lorrain Similar Authors Abdellatif Laabi poet Ihara Saikaku poet Abram Joseph Ryan poet Ingeborg Bachmann poet Izumi Shikibu poet Bion of Smyrna poet All Authors
