Georges Bataille's Social Media
Shmoop eavesdrops on your favorite critic's online convos.
Sitting under an apple tree and…
André, you interrupted me.
I was participating in your "automatic writing."
No, that was just some silly word association.
Excuse me! You do it then.
Apples get torn open and eaten and turned into stools and cause cramping and pain and explosive diarrhea. Then life appears.
Gross.
Too automatic for ya?
Stupid and childish.
Exactly!
Eodon 3 mmmm33599 oiuy, ouch ouch ouch.
Now that's what I'm talking about!
Juvenile.
Eeeeeeeeee! Oooooooolliiiiiii!
LOL.
Idiots. No wonder nobody takes you seriously.
Mooma?
Yes, André Masson: André Breton needs a good spanking.
[*Georges Bataille unfriended*]
Thinking of a game to play.
A bit old for games, eh, Roger?
Loosen that necktie André. *poke*
Please don't poke me.
Why did you break up with Georges?
Don't be silly.
GOL
???
Giggling out loud.
LGOL. Lewdly giggling out loud.
I'm out of here.
LLOLE. Lewdly laughing out loud in ecstasy.
LLOLEDSAGH. Lewdly laughing out loud in ecstasy during sex and going to Heaven because of it.
Amen.
Come on, André—try it. Laugh like you're having sex.
How do I get rid of this guy?
Wondering why a great artist would debase his own work.
It was a small poop stain on a bit of underwear. Big deal.
"The Lugubrious Game" would be a brilliant painting without the stained underwear.
We've all had a similar accident.
He put you up to this, didn't he?
Bataille had nothing to do with this. Why don't you just ignore him?
I can't.
Repressed anal issues, André?
Jacques, you're not helping.
For hell's sake, leave Georgie alone. We can talk about war and killing, but we can't talk about a bit of doo-doo? Please!
Pablo, don't you have some lives to ruin elsewhere?
Why, yes. Yes, I do.
André, come see me. We can work out why you're reacting this way. Group session with Georges?
Maybe.
Make sure to change underwear before you go.
Shut up, Sal.
Apples are parts of human throats that came from Adam. God was in Adam's throat.