I think only of the pleasure (15th Feb 1999)
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Think pleasurably dirty thoughts all the time—this was his serum! (11th Jan 1999)
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People have to live without the book—I can’t imagine how hard that must be. Thank God I have got the book.
I LIVE IN A LOVELY HORNY DREAM.
I’m for me, that’s the beginning and the end of it. Horny dream, sealed compartment, opiate fantasies. As long as the book is progressing, then everything is beautiful. Everything is intensely pleasurable, and intensely stimulating. I feel intensely horny and erotic at all times.
He led a VOLUPTUOUS life. He was for HIMSELF.
Live for my reading, and the book. He kept his lips tightly buttoned, because he was in the rich position. Anyone who attacks me became a SMALL PERSON. Yes, anyone who tries to hurt another human being does make themselves SMALL. I’m afraid this is the uncomfortable reality some people have to learn to accept. Perhaps I’ve got a bit more going for me than they have, do you think that’s possible?
I am PURE WRITER, cannot be reached because I only exist between me and the page, I am pure essence of writer, there is ink in my veins, all I do is process all the pleasure coming in to the apparatus in my brain, and grow the huge hothouse flowers, and keep pumping the pleasure around my veins. All the storms raging and crashing outside the citadel windows, the gardens and trees lashing far below, and he smiled in the white lightning flashes by the citadel window, as he padded on down in his carpet slippers and dressing gown, down the carpeted steps to the study, with the log fire blazing, his Thomas Mann book opened on the table beside it.
People could only stand mutely as this sealed compartment went past them to the room again, to the Boulevard again, to the Soho Cinema and films again.
It brings me joy, and in joy I can write: my progress on my book always increases after each visit. All that was tried, and he STILL kept going, STILL kept indulging, STILL kept brazenly taking his pleasure there. He only won if he kept going.
As Onan prepares a new traffic system for Turkey, I propose a new morality.
He lived at the rarefied level of Nietzsche and Mann; he was afraid they couldn’t reach him there (only ——- could reach him there). He was eccentric, like Marcel Duchamp—small people couldn’t cope with people like that, it drove them mad. Oh God, I ache for the big bouncing breasts now; Soho Cinema was a lovely place, all polymorphous perverts together, so warming! Van Gogh sitting in front of the Rubens all day in the Antwerp gallery. He was so fiendishly mischievous, he would go. Because I’m experiencing pleasures they can’t; I’m not going to give up that advantage. Moonlight Sonata in my heart.
So I end up leaving Berlin in a joyous frame of mind (26th October 1999, Berlin)
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I feel as if I have taken root in Berlin Zoo’s Reisezentrum and my beanstalk is shooting up big and strong with each minute that passes (26th October 1999, Berlin)
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