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autograph manuscript, "On the Giant Edges of an Assuaged Vulva"..., [ca. 1925-1929]| 7 pages in-4 on linen paper (6 sheets 25 x 21 cm and one 27 x 21 cm).
Rare erotic text from the surrealist period, telling the woes of a man's sex.
"On the giant edges of an assuaged vulva, an acorn weeps, draped in its foreskin. The days are long gone when the woman with the dislocated hip gently caressed it with her futile fingers, singing the old refrain of the boilers descending the cataracts| the days are long gone when the young girl with the green suspenders rubbed her blue stocking against the blushing ori fi ction of his prostate| the days are long gone when the young girl with skirts shorter than a flash of heat walked the modesty of her tongue over her naked body. Now the crucifixes and the laws and the usual woman who is made fat by pregnancies have pacified her master| the glans laments - he is still so young! - and taking his master's two testicles for a wheel and his penis for a frame and his cord for a handlebar, he made himself a hairy, brownish bicycle on which he decided to see the wide world"...
This text has remained largely unpublished| the first three pages, as well as two thirds of the fourth, are unpublished| from the phrase "I met the woman with the sharp vagina" to the end of the sixth page, the text presents a slightly different version of a Surrealist text revealed in the Complete Works (Bibliothèque de la Pléiade, Gallimard, 1989, pp.1028-1030), "L'exaspération d'un soir"... This is the same fantastical story of the woman with the sharp vagina having cut off a rapist's penis. We quote the end of it in the manuscript: "Really, you are not too stupid, you have guessed, and although your crust is troubled, always! always! and your morals become as shriveled as a condom fried in margarine".
The seventh page does not seem to fit in with the previous text (although it is also initially about mutilation!) and seems to form a complete whole, which has also remained unpublished. "With a razor blade, I will cut off the fingers of all pianists! And the rest. That I still feel a "certain" pleasure in writing is not without disconcerting me somewhat. [...] A camellia has just flown away in the company of a pin, they bump into the window panes before finding the door open, I see them moving away, barely stirring their marbled gold and black eagles. I know where they are going, to the land of Cocagne, whose masts are all starred with eyes. In the disorder of numberless pleasures, for there is no such thing as number, moiré sparks caress hands that never cease to be criminal. Women lie ever newer on true dreams that have fallen asleep.
The manuscript, written in brown ink, contains about ten corrections, mainly spelling. It comes from the archives of André BRETON.
PROVENANCE André Breton| sale André Breton, 42, rue Fontaine (11-12 April 2003, n°2096).
autograph manuscript, "On the Giant Edges of an Assuaged Vulva"..., [ca. 1925-1929]| 7 pages in-4 on linen paper (6 sheets 25 x 21 cm and one 27 x 21 cm).
Rare erotic text from the surrealist period, telling the woes of a man's sex.
"On the giant edges of an assuaged vulva, an acorn weeps, draped in its foreskin. The days are long gone when the woman with the dislocated hip gently caressed it with her futile fingers, singing the old refrain of the boilers descending the cataracts| the days are long gone when the young girl with the green suspenders rubbed her blue stocking against the blushing ori fi ction of his prostate| the days are long gone when the young girl with skirts shorter than a flash of heat walked the modesty of her tongue over her naked body. Now the crucifixes and the laws and the usual woman who is made fat by pregnancies have pacified her master| the glans laments - he is still so young! - and taking his master's two testicles for a wheel and his penis for a frame and his cord for a handlebar, he made himself a hairy, brownish bicycle on which he decided to see the wide world"...
This text has remained largely unpublished| the first three pages, as well as two thirds of the fourth, are unpublished| from the phrase "I met the woman with the sharp vagina" to the end of the sixth page, the text presents a slightly different version of a Surrealist text revealed in the Complete Works (Bibliothèque de la Pléiade, Gallimard, 1989, pp.1028-1030), "L'exaspération d'un soir"... This is the same fantastical story of the woman with the sharp vagina having cut off a rapist's penis. We quote the end of it in the manuscript: "Really, you are not too stupid, you have guessed, and although your crust is troubled, always! always! and your morals become as shriveled as a condom fried in margarine".
The seventh page does not seem to fit in with the previous text (although it is also initially about mutilation!) and seems to form a complete whole, which has also remained unpublished. "With a razor blade, I will cut off the fingers of all pianists! And the rest. That I still feel a "certain" pleasure in writing is not without disconcerting me somewhat. [...] A camellia has just flown away in the company of a pin, they bump into the window panes before finding the door open, I see them moving away, barely stirring their marbled gold and black eagles. I know where they are going, to the land of Cocagne, whose masts are all starred with eyes. In the disorder of numberless pleasures, for there is no such thing as number, moiré sparks caress hands that never cease to be criminal. Women lie ever newer on true dreams that have fallen asleep.
The manuscript, written in brown ink, contains about ten corrections, mainly spelling. It comes from the archives of André BRETON.
PROVENANCE André Breton| sale André Breton, 42, rue Fontaine (11-12 April 2003, n°2096).