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Swans, I Am the Sun (The Great Annihilator, 1995)

It is clear that the world is purely parodical, in other words, that each thing is seen is the parody of another, or is the same thing in a deceptive form.

Ever since sentences started to circulate in brains devoted to reflection, an effort at total identification has been made, because with the aid of a copula each sentence ties one thing to another; all things would be visibly connected if one could discover at a single glance and in its totality the tracings of an Ariadne’s threat leading thought into its own labyrinth.

But the copula of terms is no less irritating than the copulation of bodies. And when I scream I AM THE SUN an integral erection results, because the verb to be is the vehicle of amorous frenzy.

— Georges Bataille, The Solar Anus

Via foxesinbreeches. Swans, previously.