Lettres de la passion

"I will always be the virgin-prositute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman."

I`m an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger than reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls

( Anais Nin )

Sie spricht mir aus der Seele!

Ihre Briefe zeugen von ihrer großen Liebe und Leidenschaft und sind zugleich das literarische Dokument einer ungewöhnlichen Beziehung von Leidenschaft.

Nach mehreren Monaten rauschhaften intellektuellen Austauschs – in Pariser Cafés, im Hause der Guilers in Louvecienne und nach einer Flut von Briefen – stürzten sie sich in eine stürmische Liebesaffäre. Die briefliche Romanze sollte bis 1952 anhalten ...

Auszug aus Henry Miller`s Brief:

"When you return I am going to give you one literary fuck fest - that means fucking and talking and talking and talking and fucking. Anais, I am going to open your very groins. God forgive me if this letter is ever opened by mistake. I can't help it. I want you. I love you. You're food and drink to me, the whole bloody machinery as it were. Lying on top of you is one thing, but getting close to you is another. I feel close to you, one with you, you're mine whether it is acknowledged or not. Every day I wait now is torture. I am counting them slowly, painfully. But make it as soon as you can. I need you. God, I want to see you in Louveciennes, see you in that golden light of the window, in your Nile green dress and your face pale, a frozen pallor as of the night of the concert. I love you as you are. I love your loins, the golden pallor, the slope of your buttocks, the warmth inside you, the juices of you. Anais, I love you so much, so much! I am getting tongue-tied. I can feel your soft mouth closing over me, your leg clutching me tight, see you again in the kitchen here lifting your dress and sitting on top of me and the chair riding around over the kitchen floor, going thump, thump."