I will speak here of a passage from a book that I love, Aurelia Gerard de Nerval.
I had studied a sample of which I speak when I was in 1st, and he had a great impact. This text is (among other reasons) one of the major texts that made me love literature so. I believe that I had never read that text me as marked.
And tonight, I thought about it because I saw the movie The Science of Sleep by Michel Gondry, and some passages really made me rethink Aurélia Nerval. When no longer knows distinguish dreams from reality that the character loses himself in his "Dreams" is exactly the effusion of the dream into the reality of Nerval!
I had studied a sample of which I speak when I was in 1st, and he had a great impact. This text is (among other reasons) one of the major texts that made me love literature so. I believe that I had never read that text me as marked.
And tonight, I thought about it because I saw the movie The Science of Sleep by Michel Gondry, and some passages really made me rethink Aurélia Nerval. When no longer knows distinguish dreams from reality that the character loses himself in his "Dreams" is exactly the effusion of the dream into the reality of Nerval!
is why I wanted to talk about this very fine text that is in Chapter 3 of Part I of Aurelia.
is the decisive passage of Aurelia, the first vision of Nerval, the effusion of the dream into reality itself. When you read this text, we carry ourselves in Nerval's dream. This, at least, feel I feel whenever I read it. And we discover then the splendor of it.
Here is the excerpt, it would be a massacre than not read it at least once in their life!:
"Here began for me what I will call the outpouring of dreams in real life. As from this moment on, everything was sometimes a double aspect - and this without ever wanting the reasoning of logic, without the memory loses the lightest details of this happening. But my actions, seemingly senseless, were subject to what is called illusion, according to human reason ...
This idea occurred to me many times that in some serious moments of life as Spirit of the outside world suddenly became incarnate in the form of an ordinary person, and acting or attempting to influence us, without that person had knowledge or should retain the memory.
My friend left me, seeing her trying, and thinking I was probably suffering from some fixed idea that walking would calm. Finding myself alone, I rose with difficulty and went back on the road in the direction of the star on which I kept stare. I sang a hymn while walking mysterious I thought I remembered as having heard some other existence, and which filled me with joy unspeakable. At the same time, I left my clothes and I land scattered around me. The road seemed to rise again and the star expand. Then I stood with outstretched arms, awaiting the moment when the soul was separating from the body, drawn magnetically to the radius of the star. Then I felt a chill; regret the earth and those that loved me I took to heart, and I begged so hard to myself the Spirit that drew me to him, it seemed I went down again among men.
A night patrol around me; - I then had the idea that I had become very large - and that just flooded with electrical forces, I would reverse everything that approached me. There was something funny in that I took care to spare the life forces and the soldiers who raised me.
If I thought that the mission of a writer is to analyze what he sincerely feels for serious life circumstances, and if I am not suggesting a goal that I think useful, I'll stop here, and I would not try to describe what I felt then in a series of visions may be senseless, vulgar or sickly ... Lying on a cot, I thought I saw the sky unfold and open up into a thousand aspects of unprecedented magnificence. The fate of the Soul be issued seemed to me like giving me regret wanting to take up all the strength of my spirit upon earth that I would leave ...
If I thought that the mission of a writer is to analyze what he sincerely feels for serious life circumstances, and if I am not suggesting a goal that I think useful, I'll stop here, and I would not try to describe what I felt then in a series of visions may be senseless, vulgar or sickly ... Lying on a cot, I thought I saw the sky unfold and open up into a thousand aspects of unprecedented magnificence. The fate of the Soul be issued seemed to me like giving me regret wanting to take up all the strength of my spirit upon earth that I would leave ...
Huge circles traced to infinity, as the orbs that form the water caused by a falling body, and each region, populated by figures radiant, colored, is moved, and was based in turn, and a deity, always the same, rejected, smiling masks stealth its various incarnations, and took refuge at last, elusive, in the mystical splendors of heaven Asia.
This heavenly vision, for one of those phenomena that everyone could feel in some dreams, left me no stranger to what was happening around me. Lying on a cot, I heard the soldiers talking to a stranger like me arrested and whose voice was heard in the same room.
By a curious effect of vibration, it seemed that the voice sounded in my chest and my soul splitting, so to say - clearly shared between vision and reality. For a moment I thought of looking back with an effort towards that he was all about, then. I shudder when I recall a tradition well known in Germany, which says that every man has a double, and that when he sees it, death is near. - I closed my eyes and went into a confused state of mind which fanciful or actual figures around me broke into a thousand fleeting appearances. One moment, I live near me two of my friends that I demanded the soldiers désignèrent me and then the door opened and someone of my height, I could not see the figure, went out with my friends I remembered in vain. "But they are wrong! I cried, it's me they came for and that's another coming out! "I made so much noise that I was put in solitary confinement.
I remained several hours in a sort of stupor, and finally, the two friends thought I had already came to see me up with a car. I told them everything that had happened, but they denied being here at night. I dined with them quite quietly, but as night approached, I felt I had to fear the very hour that the day before had risked myself to death. I asked one of them a ring on his finger he had Eastern and I looked like an ancient talisman, and taking a scarf, I knotted around my neck, taking care to turn the kitten, consisting of a turquoise, to a point where I felt the neck pain.
I think this point was that by which the soul could go out when a certain radius, the star party I had seen the day before, I respect coincide with the zenith . Whether by chance or by the effect of my deep concern, I fell as if struck by lightning at the same time as yesterday. I was put on a bed, and for a long I lost the meaning and association of images that presented themselves to me.
This state lasted for several days. I was transported in a nursing home. Many parents and "friends visited me without my knowledge. The only difference for me from waking to sleep was that in the first, everything was transfigured to my eyes every person who approached me seemed changed, material objects like a shadow that had changed in shape, and the play of light, color combinations decomposed, so as to speak in a constant series of impressions that bound them, and whose dream, more open items external, continued probability. "
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