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Ébauches de vertige
2004
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Ce petit opuscule « Ebauche de vertige » est extrait de l’œuvre « écartèlement ». On y trouve, pour 2 euros, toute une concaténation de pensées vitriolées, acides mais pertinentes. Je n’avais jamais lu Cioran, je dois le confesser. Cela dit, je ne me suis pas retrouvé en terre inconnue. Les spectres de Nietzsche, de Pascal, de Schopenhaeur, de Montaigne même, en un sens, voire de Pessoa hantent cette écriture sans concession et désabusée. Comme revenu de tout, de toutes les idéologies, de toutes les promesses de la pensée, du progrès, Cioran, tel le dément dont nous parle Nietzsche dans le « Gai Savoir » et qui clame la mort de Dieu à des hommes qui n’en veulent et n’en peuvent encore rien savoir, Cioran, donc, annonce et professe l’absurdité de l’existence, pointe la folie humaine et expose ses pensées les plus noires, comme pour exorciser la folie des hommes à travers la sienne propre, allant jusqu’à écrire : « Dès qu’on sort dans la rue, à la vue des gens, extermination est le premier mot qui vient à l’esprit ». En ces temps où la littérature, dans sa modalité philosophique j’entends, se fait un peu fade et où les livres critiques émoussent leurs pointes pour ne pas trop blesser ce qui les fait vivre en dernière instance, où les textes qui se veulent des attaques frontales ne sont en réalité que des adhésions biaisées, je pense qu’il est plus que sain, nécessaire même, de lire ces auteurs, dont Cioran fait partie assurément, qui ne prêtent allégeance à rien et qui plongent leurs calames dans l’encre noire de leurs pensées désanchantées. Je m’attacherais donc, pour ma part, à lire les ouvrages de Cioran qui promettent une lecture et une réflexion soutenues, et je vous invite à faire de même afin que vos paupières, que la société, inconsciemment, s’évertue à tenir closes, se dessillent et pour que le monde, tel qu’il est, s’offre à nos regards, à notre intelligence déflorée et à notre action authentique. Avant de vous quitter, je vous laisse en avant goût, ce petit aphorisme Ciorannien : « Quand un seul chien se met à aboyer à une ombre, dix mille chiens en font une réalité. » et Cioran rajoute : « A mettre en épigraphe à tout commentaire sur les idéologies. ». Voilà qui donne à penser, car si nos idéologies sont des ombres et que nous ne faisons qu’adhérer par mimétisme pavlovien alors nous ne sommes que des esclaves à l’image des prisonniers de la caverne de Platon…mais reste à savoir de quelle réalité l’ombre est elle l’ombre…voilà ce qui reste à penser…
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Emil M. Cioran
Emil M. Cioran
Author · 37 books

Born in 1911 in Rășinari, a small village in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania, raised under the rule of a father who was a Romanian Orthodox priest and a mother who was prone to depression, Emil Cioran wrote his first five books in Romanian. Some of these are collections of brief essays (one or two pages, on average); others are collections of aphorisms. Suffering from insomnia since his adolescent years in Sibiu, the young Cioran studied philosophy in the “little Paris” of Bucarest. A prolific publicist, he became a well-known figure, along with Mircea Eliade, Constantin Noïca, and his future close friend Eugene Ionesco (with whom he shared the Royal Foundation’s Young Writers Prize in 1934 for his first book, On the Heights of Despair). Influenced by the German romantics, by Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, and the Lebensphilosophie of Schelling and Bergson, by certain Russian writers, including Chestov, Rozanov, and Dostoyevsky, and by the Romanian poet Eminescu, Cioran wrote lyrical and expansive meditations that were often metaphysical in nature and whose recurrent themes were death, despair, solitude, history, music, saintliness and the mystics (cf. Tears and Saints, 1937) – all of which are themes that one finds again in his French writings. In his highly controversial book, The Transfiguration of Romania (1937), Cioran, who was at that time close to the Romanian fascists, violently criticized his country and his compatriots on the basis of a contrast between such “little nations” as Romania, which were contemptible from the perspective of universal history and great nations, such as France or Germany, which took their destiny into their own hands. After spending two years in Germany, Cioran arrived in Paris in 1936. He continued to write in Romanian until the early 1940s (he wrote his last article in Romanian in 1943, which is also the year in which he began writing in French). The break with Romanian became definitive in 1946, when, in the course of translating Mallarmé, he suddenly decided to give up his native tongue since no one spoke it in Paris. He then began writing in French a book that, thanks to numerous intensive revisions, would eventually become the impressive 'A Short History of Decay' (1949) — the first of a series of ten books in which Cioran would continue to explore his perennial obsessions, with a growing detachment that allies him equally with the Greek sophists, the French moralists, and the oriental sages. He wrote existential vituperations and other destructive reflections in a classical French style that he felt was diametrically opposed to the looseness of his native Romanian; he described it as being like a “straight-jacket” that required him to control his temperamental excesses and his lyrical flights. The books in which he expressed his radical disillusionment appeared, with decreasing frequency, over a period of more than three decades, during which time he shared his solitude with his companion Simone Boué in a miniscule garret in the center of Paris, where he lived as a spectator more and more turned in on himself and maintaining an ever greater distance from a world that he rejected as much on the historical level (History and Utopia, 1960) as on the ontological (The Fall into Time, 1964), raising his misanthropy to heights of subtlety (The Trouble with being Born, 1973), while also allowing to appear from time to time a humanism composed of irony, bitterness, and preciosity (Exercices d’admiration, 1986, and the posthumously published Notebooks). Denied the right to return to Romania during the years of the communist regime, and attracting international attention only late in his career, Cioran died in Paris in 1995. Nicolas Cavaillès Translated by Thomas Cousineau

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