Léotard “qui tenait le spectateur sous l’empire d’un Plaisir indefinissible » did not die on the flying trapeze in some circus tragedy. He died of smallpox after inventing a new thrill altogether at the same time Baudelaire changed the weather of the modern. Baudelaire doesn’t mention him at all - while his “memoirs”, an illiterate scrawl bring out a snide remark from the Goncourts. “… la hardiesse des sauts périlleux L’ imprévu des case-cou” -an alexandrine arrested in mid-motion a caesura crossed, from one bar to the other. His suit, which showed the effortless bother of the muscular ripple of his too mortal flesh was named for him. In the brief spasm of his flip and grab, orgasm washed across the faces of the gaslit crowd. Did Emma B. in outtake carry home some sense of the sex in this suspense a syncopation lost?
“I’m so bored. I hate my life.” - Britney Spears
Das Langweilige ist interessant geworden, weil das Interessante angefangen hat langweilig zu werden. – Thomas Mann
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