Wound of Wounds an Ovation for Emil Cioran

Emile Cioran, nd /Henri Martinie /sc

WOUND OF WOUNDS
An Ovation for Emil Cioran
 
A Mount Abraxas Anthology
With Art by Louis Soutter and Edvard Munch and
various Photography by Diverse Hands.
Edited by Damian Murphy and D.T. Ghetu
Two deluxe volumes in a single slipcase.
December 2017
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Let our wounds bear witness to the cult of the irrational, to the ultimate futility of human endeavor, to the inevitable spectre of perpetual decay and to the scandal of the first act of Creation. Who can deny that history is but a shadowplay of vanities and borders; that our prayers are snuffed like candle flames in the all-encompassing indifference of the Absolute; that time itself is weighted against us like a river that cannot be diverted from its course; that even our bodies are built to fall apart, incapable of withstanding the terrifying essences for which we suppose them to be the vessels? We cling to destiny with the ecstasy of shipwrecked mariners, though we know it to be a dead end.
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Misanthropos  
Eugene Thacker
Bach’s Marionettes
Douglas Thompson
The Aristocracy of Weak Nerves
Justin Isis
This Disquiet Demiurge
Alcebiades Diniz Miguel
He is Heading Your Way Already
Rhys Hughes
The Translator of God’s Silence
Thomas Strømsholt
Saint Severina’s Fire
Damian Murphy
Horrill Hill
Karim Ghahwagi
Dead Engrained Skin
Jonathan Wood
The Funeral Cry
Stephan Friedman
Obsolete Systems
Adam Golaski
The Genealogy of Night
Andrew Condous
The Infinite Error
Jon Padgett
The Treasons of the Rue de L’Odeon
Colin Insole
Pay No Worship to the Garish Sun
D.P. Watt
The European Monster Part II
Adam S. Cantwell
Writing Instructions
Charles Schneider
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We will proceed with fiery sermons and scathing condemnations, written over the course of a single sleepless night, scribed beneath the light of our afflictions and sealed with the blood of our iniquities; we’ll pen testaments to the intoxication of the exile, the self-abnegation of the poet, the secret narcissism of the mystic, and the immolation of the saint in the intolerable fires of perfection; what is needed is nothing less than a full-scale assault upon the bastions of fate and servitude—black epistles written on discarded cigarettes, smuggled in the broken hearts of the defectors, on the merits and the tedium of the labor of abandonment. 
Emil Cioran, you have a lot to answer for.
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He does.
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