{"quotes":[{"text":"Two times twice now, I have been called arrogant, by the decadent.I'd rather be overly self confident, rather than overly self indulgent.","author":"Justin K. McFarlane Beau","tags":["arrogance","arrogant","conceit","confidence","decadence","decadent","indulgence"],"id":34617,"author_id":"Justin+K.+McFarlane+Beau"},{"text":"Decadent cooks go one step further and make sculptures of the food itself. If life is to be spent in pursuit of the extravagant, the extreme, the grotesque, the bizarre, then one's diet should reflect the fact. Life, meals, everything must be as artificial as possible - in fact works of art. So why not begin by eating a few statues?","author":"Medlar Lucan","tags":["cooking","decadence","decadent","food"],"id":38734,"author_id":"Medlar+Lucan"},{"text":"You’re like a lighthouse shining beside the sea of humanity, motionless: all you can see is your own reflection in the water. You’re alone, so you think it’s a vast, magnificent panorama. You haven’t sounded the depths. You simply believe in the beauty of God’s creation. But I have spent all this time in the water, diving deep into the howling ocean of life, deeper than anyone. While you were admiring the surface, I saw the shipwrecks, the drowned bodies, the monsters of the deep.","author":"Alfred de Musset","tags":["decadence","decadent","god","life"],"id":58096,"author_id":"Alfred+de+Musset"},{"text":"Adornment, exoticism, affectation are all willed decadent strategies meant to pervert the texts they made. Decadent texts often live in their descriptive excursions, in their evocation of dreams, mysterious places and states of mind, in their excess of words, not events. The surface of the texts, the sound of the words, point to themselves as manufactured, as illusion. The decadents attempted to create texts that announced themselves as artifice.","author":"Asti Hustvedt","tags":["artifice","decadence","decadent","illusion","language","literature"],"id":72652,"author_id":"Asti+Hustvedt"},{"text":"By living a life “against nature,” the deviant or pervert becomes a hero or heroine in decadent fiction.","author":"Asti Hustvedt","tags":["decadence","decadent","deviant","hero","pervert"],"id":101995,"author_id":"Asti+Hustvedt"},{"text":"The Marquis de V... - whose falsetto voice and little watery eyes I have always detested - was saying to me with a wicked smile: 'Then again, the master gymnast might break his neck at any moment. What he is doing now is very dangerous, my dear, and the pleasure you take in his performance is the little frisson that danger affords you. Wouldn't it be thrilling, if his sweaty hand failed to grip the bar? The velocity acquired by his rotation about the bar would break his spine quite cleanly, and perhaps a little of the cervical matter might spurt out as far as this! It would be most sensational, and you would have a rare emotion to add to the field of your experience - for you collect emotions, don't you? What a pretty stew of terrors that man in tights stirs up in us!'Admit that you almost wish that he will fall! Me too. Many others in the auditorium are in the same state of attention and anguish. That is the horrible instinct of a crowd confronted with a spectacle which awakens in it the ideas of lust and death. Those two agreeable companions always travel together! Take it from me that at the very same moment - see, the man is now holding on to the bar by his fingertips alone - at the very same moment, a good number of the women in these boxes are ardently lusting after that man, not so much for his beauty as for the danger he courts.'The voice subtly changed its tone, suddenly becoming more interested. 'You have singularly pale eyes this evening, my dear Freneuse. You ought to give up bromides and take valerian instead. You have a charming and curious soul, but you must take command of its changes. You are too ardently and too obviously covetous, this evening, of the death - or at least the fall - of that man.'I did not reply. The Marquis de V... Was quite right. The madness of murder had taken hold of me again; the spectacle had me in its hallucinatory grip. Straitened by a penetrating and delirious anguish, I yearned for that man to fall.There are appalling depths of cruelty within me.","author":"Jean Lorrain","tags":["accident","acrobat","death","decadence","decadent","decadents","lust","spectacle"],"id":112912,"author_id":"Jean+Lorrain"},{"text":"8 April 1891The obscenity of nostrils and mouths; the ignominious cupidity of smiles and women encountered in the street; the shifty baseness on every side, as of hyenas and wild beasts ready to bite: tradesmen in their shops and strollers on their pavements. How long must I suffer this? I have suffered it before, as a child, when, descending by chance to the servant's quarters, I overheard in astonishment their vile gossip, tearing up my own kind with their lovely teeth.This hostility to the entire race, this muted detestation of lynxes in human form, I must have rediscovered it later while at school. I had a repugnance and horror for all base instincts, but am I not myself instinctively violent and lewd, murderous and sensual? Am I any different, in essence, from the members of the riotous and murderous mob of a hundred years ago, who hurled the town sergeants into the Seine and cried, 'String up the aristos!' just as they shout 'Down with the army!' or 'Death to the Jews!","author":"Jean Lorrain","tags":["army","base-instincts","baseness","beast","class-warfare","decadence","decadent","french-revolution","gossip","jews","lewd","misanthropy","murderous","obscenity","sensual","servant","violent"],"id":122421,"author_id":"Jean+Lorrain"},{"text":"The knowledge we need, we are predisposed to seeking, intuitively.A fool does not know, what to do with importance, how to gauge importance, but they readily seek influence.The corrupt didn't find the expanse of life giving thought, because their self is their center; the stagnant find it hard to revolve.The wise do not subscribe to the fodder that feeds the herd, because they are not predisposed to being swept along in banal minutiae.","author":"Justin K. McFarlane Beau","tags":["corrupt","decadent","knowledge","minutia","natural-affinity","wise"],"id":123320,"author_id":"Justin+K.+McFarlane+Beau"},{"text":"For Zola, as for Huysmans, nature itself is uncanny because it is the domain of the feminine, a domain that is constitutionally defective, lacking, even pathological.","author":"Charles Bernheimer","tags":["decadence","decadent","emile-zola","feminine","joris-kerl-huysmans","nature","pathology","uncanny"],"id":131450,"author_id":"Charles+Bernheimer"},{"text":"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.","author":"Jean Lorrain","tags":["decadence","decadent","decadents","eyes","gaze","sirens"],"id":137011,"author_id":"Jean+Lorrain"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":31,"pages":4,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}