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Imagine walking across a tightrope suspended high in the summer air above a bay flooded in the mauve glow of sunset, the music of Beethoven's "Ode to Joy" surrounding you. Now imagine the tightrope is actually razor-wire, and gusts of wind challenge every tortuous step into sublime infinity. This is the paradox of emotions one feels when reading On the Heights of Despair,Imagine walking across a tightrope suspended high in the summer air above a bay flooded in the mauve glow of sunset, the music of Beethoven's "Ode to Joy" surrounding you. Now imagine the tightrope is actually razor-wire, and gusts of wind challenge every tortuous step into sublime infinity. This is the paradox of emotions one feels when reading On the Heights of Despair, the paradigmatic cry of the tortured artist whose explosive intensity of passion is equaled only by the profundity of his despair. In this hauntingly lyrical meditation on darkness, stemming from a sustained insomniac hyper-lucidity, E. M. Cioran cries out a devastating nihilism that is in the end betrayed by his own intransigent lust for being. Compels reading and rereading. ...

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Pe Culmile Disperării Reviews

  • Florencia
    2018-11-17 11:34

    How does one become a pessimist?By reading your book, pal. You made Schopenhauer look like one of the Teletubbies. It was a fortunate thing that I didn’t read this during my impressionable adolescence. I still can’t rate it I think a 3-star rating is a good compromise. Many quotes that pulled on my heartstrings, and many chapters I already forgot, out of immunity to certain thoughts and dislike of overly melodramatic prose. Things that belong to the plane of ideas, naturally, since the kind of life that has been portrayed at times is literally impossible, and impracticable ideas which try to convey intellectual depth and are repeated by others, clinging to such pose as hard as they can because "happy people are all stupid and morality is a disgrace and I want to be consumed by fire and I long for the destruction of the world," too exhausting... And I can't shake off a sense of artificiality. True, if you read this, you're not much of an optimistic, but still. I wholeheartedly agree with the third line of this review. That being said, these few lines will be engulfed by the beauty of flames and will witness their own amoral destruction from which a proper review will absurdly blossom amid beautiful darkness echoing nothingness...! After restoring my soul with many reruns of Seinfeld.Feb 18, 17* Pre-review. Or final review if I forget...** I'll read The Trouble with Being Born anyway; a more mature work, surely.*** Also on my blog.

  • Jason
    2018-12-04 16:32

    There is a reason why certain authors, regardless of their genius, are destined to remain relatively anonymous to the wider world. Cioran is of this type. Without any reluctance he talks about ideas and emotions that most people spend the major part of their lives trying their best to repress and ignore. Some might consider this brazen, but to my mind I don't imagine he had a choice in the matter. Some thoughts need out. Some can't be resisted, like gravity. And if you had such thoughts, ones you knew were vital to your human condition, that keeping them in would result in total inner collapse, would you do anything but fling them into the arms of others, whether they were prepared to embrace them or not? Humans just aren't very good(by and large) at contemplating death and the futility of the things they fill their days with. Accepting what Cioran has to say is adverse to almost all intuition, even to people like me who wholly agrees with him. But there is something comforting about what he has to say(especially if you happen to be struck down by laziness much of the time). If the meaninglessness of the world is justified, then don't condemn yourself for choosing to watch Jeremy Kyle when you know someone else is out there churning out works of art. Both of these people entered the world accidentally. Both will probably stumble out. (I never watch Jeremy Kyle. I advise you do the same.) Eventually you will understand that intense work is the best you can do to keep your subjective mind content. You'll realise that subjectivity is all you can go on, something which Cioran gets at very early in the book. Before I'd read this, I'd formed some vague, unfinished idea which could only be shaped properly once Cioran had led the way: the suffering of others is no alleviator to your own suffering. Regardless of whether you are accompanied on this path of misery, or are even eclipsed in your torment by others, it is still no consolation - and never can be - because all you will ever know is your own thoughts and pain, your own subjectivity. So basically, if I was going to Hell(which I don't believe is going to happen, because I don't believe in such places), I wouldn't be comforted by the knowledge of the thousands of others coming with me. Nobody can transfer their pain onto others. At best I think this human illusion is noteworthy because it acts as a sort of mental morphine. But it doesn't delete the fundamental problem, which we must learn to exist with. There are parts of this book which seem a little obscure, a little melodramatic. Not all is golden. But to arrive at such conclusions at twenty one is astounding, and is a bench-mark for anyone who wishes for precociousness. In the end, I find it a little sad and pathetic that Cioran will never be read as much as he deserves to be. He's too honest and blatant. His readership will never fluctuate too dramatically because the majority of people will never be persuaded that his considerations are necessary ones - except maybe on their deathbeds.

  • Szplug
    2018-12-03 13:26

    Ah, Cioran, twenty-two years old and already so caustically weary with that great travail called life - I remember that age well!This is a compulsively readable shotgun blast of bleak lyricism that ofttimes offers profound insight and occasionally jejune invective. Cioran is a cruel diagnostician of despair - there is little from the realms of spiritual shadow that he is not acutely aware of - and scourges the quotidian world with its infinite banality, pointlessness, and immanent subjugation to death. However, despite perpetual imprisonment within the inky penumbra of a monstrous mortality this Romanian poet of lyrical lunacy - a twentieth century Zarathustra reborn - calls for man's effervescent and uninhibited embrace of all the thrilling ecstasies of irrationality: grace, sublimity, joy, enthusiasm, eros; a minstrel abandonment to a musical madness and inchoate freedom, a refusal to fully submit to a crippling subjectivism and a breaking of the straitening bonds of philosophical and moral systems, that will at least let one seize the pleasures of the moment and laugh at death, dance with infinity, sing for love, instead of crying and moaning in the throes of existential nausea and despondency. There is as little aptitude towards suicide within the Transylvanian prophet as there is towards living; he defiantly thrusts against the current in the belly of the abyss.The translation is solid and does justice to Cioran's reputation as a Romanian bard philosopher. I filled around nine pages of a notebook with quotations from the work - there are some truly memorable aphorisms and phrases that sear with a scalding wit and truth. If there is a touch too much untamed, youthful overacting at points, it is a minor and forgivable excess in what is otherwise a delightfully dark jeremiad, a paean to pessimism - and it limns what an agonizingly astute and lyrical mind the conventional-life-loathing decrier already possessed at a still tender age.

  • Hadrian
    2018-11-27 11:28

    What a waste of a good prose style! Cioran is a repetitive farting windbag of nihilism and misanthropy. I've been through too much suffering to be a nihilist anymore.I could not even recommend this to angsty adolescents to distract them from misinterpreting Nietzsche. Those who might truly sympathize with it are those who have undergone major depression, and to give them a work so encouraging of death would be an act of criminal negligence. Perhaps in its own circumventing way, this book affirms one's personal meaning for existence.

  • Andrei Tamaş
    2018-11-19 17:43

    Cât lirism!!! Cioran are un farmec aparte, un farmec negru, o forţă persuasivă care se exercită asupra inconştientului cititorului. "Pe culmile disperării" -fiind şi prima sa lucrare- mi-a plăcut datorită caracterului ei de filosofie introspectivă, dar subiectivă până-n străfundurile ei. Având mai multe ipostaze, eu unul îl numesc pe Cioran "autor metamorfoza" (spre exemplu, "Pe culmile disperării" este axată pe o filosofie introspectivă, "Cartea amăgirilor" pe o filosofie cosmică, care dă o senzaţie de plutire în eter cu volumul în mâna, iar "Lacrimi şi sfinţi" reprezintă strigătul omului "abandonat" către Dumnezeu)...Citind mai multe lucrări, am tot încercat să desăvârşesc un sistem filosofic în cadrul operei lui Cioran, în schimb încercările mele -nu destul de profunde!- au fost zadarnice. Subiectiv, pot spune că Cioran se face remarcat ca un filosof ce este lipsit de un sistem filosofic concret. E cert: este existenţialist! Dar Sartre, Camus ori Heidegger şi-au punctat minuţios filosofia, pe când Cioran nu. În cazul filosofului român domină lirismul: "Lirismul absolut este lirismul clipelor din urmă". Că şi cum Cioran, omul, s-ar afla într-o continuă agonie, de unde şi inepuizabilul "lirism absolut". "(...) Nu este atunci neantul o salvare? Dar cum poate să existe o salvare în nimic? Dacă este aproape imposibilă salvarea în existenţa, cum o să fie posbilă în absenţa completă de orice fel de existenţă? Cum nici în neant şi nici în existenţă nu e salvare, praful să se aleagă de această lume cu toate legile ei eterne!" *de remarcat două lucruri: 1. lirismul redat prin retorică şi conclusivitate imperativă; 2. faptul că Cioran a avut, măcar vag, speranţa unei aşa-zise "salvări".*Sistemul lui, nefiind închegat (am sesizat pleonasmul!) se dezcompune în particule mici, iar filosofia sa este o eseistică profundă. M-au mişcat adânc concepte precum "melancolie neagră", "frică de neant", "disciplină a nefericirii", "singurătate individuală", "singurătate cosmică" ("Există două feluri de a simţi singurătatea: a te simţi singur în lume şi a simţi singurătatea lumii").1."Lacrimile nu sunt arzătoare decât în singurătate."2."Dar ce să câştigi în lumea aceasta? Sunt unii pentru care orice câştig n-are nicio importanţă, care sunt iremediabil nefericiţi şi singuri." 3."Creaţia este o salvare temporară din ghiarele morţii." 4. "(...) există un criteriu subiectiv pentru aprecierea suferinţei?" 5. "Întrucât moartea este imanentă vieţii, aproape întreaga viaţă este o agonie."6."Pentru nota diferenţiată a tristeţii, este extrem de semnificativă apariţia ei atât de frecventă după marile satisfaceri şi împliniri vitale. De ce actului sexual îi urmează tristeţea, de ce după o beţie formidabilă sau după un paroxism dionisiac eşti trist? Eşti trist după satisfacerile sexuale şi dionisiace, deoarece în loc să ai sentimentul unui câştig îl ai pe acela al unei pierderi."7."Vreau să nu mai ştiu nimic, nici măcar să ştiu că nu ştiu nimic."8."Am cel mai mare dispreţ pentru acei care râd de sinuciderile din iubire, deoarece aceştia nu înţeleg că o iubire ce nu se poate realiza este pentru cel ce iubeşte o anulare a fiinţei lui, o pierdere totală de sens, o imposibilitate de fiinţare." 9."... ştiu că nu există adevăr, ci numai adevăruri vii, fructe ale neliniştii noastre."10."Adevăratele femei sunt acelea a căror prezenţa te face să uiţi de probleme, idei, nelinişti universale şi chinuri metafizice." 11."Cu cât cunoşti mai mult, cu atât vrei să cunoşti mai puţin. Cine nu suferă din cauza cunoaşterii, acela n-a cunoscut nimic."12."Arta de a fi psiholog nu se învaţă, ci se trăieşte şi se experimentează, deoarece nu există un complex de canoane care să-ţi dea cheia misterelor psihice, a structurilor diferenţiate ale vieţii sufleteşti. Nu eşti un psiholog bun dacă tu însuţi nu eşti un subiect de studiat..." 13."Nimeni nu face psihologie din iubire, ci dintr-o pornire sadică de a nulifica pe altul prin cunoaşterea fondului său interior." Nu pot afirma ferm, dar înclin să cred că Cioran este, dacă nu cel mai mare, unul dintre cei mai mari filosofi existenţialişti ai... existenţei infinite...Andrei Tamaş,10 noiembrie 2015

  • Laura Pătru
    2018-12-12 09:50

    Pe Cioran l-am ochit pe la începutul liceului, însă mi-am făcut curaj să-l citesc abia pe la mijlocul facultăți și asta pentru că toate recenziile și cunoscuții îmi lăsau de înțeles că mă va posomorî. Departe de adevăr. E drept, primele pagini nu m-au făcut să văd curcubeie și nori pufoși, dar asta doar pentru că în acea zi încercam să neg din răsputeri orice rol/avantaj pe care disperarea îl are. Din momentul în care am renunțat să blestem culmile disperării, cartea lui Cioran a devenit un fel de analgezic; care va să zică nu sunt singura care vede viața ca un privilegiu al oamenilor mediocri. Da, faptul că mă frământ și mă gândesc nu are nicio importanță, iar prezența mea în lume nu va tulbura decât câteva existențe, dar măcar nu sunt singură. Și ăsta-i un lucru liniștitor. Ca structură, n-aș numi opera lui Cioran drept carte deoarece mi s-a părut mai mult un fel de jurnal. Un jurnal în care tânărul de 22 ani scria ori de câte ori frământările nu-l lăsau să doarmă. De altfel, un mini-eseu este dedicat tocmai torturilor insomniilor, chinurile acestora nefiindu-i străine. Pe culmile disperării este probabil cea mai bună carte pentru a-l descoperi pe Cioran deoarece temele pe care le prezintă succint și atât de subiectiv în această colecție de eseuri nu sunt altceva decât temele pe care le tratează pe larg și mai bine structurat în restul cărților. Acestea fiind spuse, “praful să se aleagă de această lume cu toate legile ei eterne”.

  • Speranza
    2018-11-30 11:55

    I knew when I set eyes on this book’s title that I was going to love it. It is so imperfectly perfect, so beautifully flawed, so darkly comforting for someone like me.There are many statements in On the Heights of Despair I don’t agree with. I found Cioran’s take on women and on the difference between man and other living creatures to be too immature. He is melodramatic and over-exhilarated at times. But he touches on subjects that interest me; he thinks thoughts that I do. He is endearingly bold and passionate. Spending time with this book felt like talking to someone who understands and accepts you the way you are. I can’t recall the last time I felt comfortable in my own skin without the compulsive need to explain that melancholy and sadness are not a result of things that happened to me in the past, but are just a pivotal part of my being, and have accompanied me since the day I was born.Although very intelligently and coherently written, one can tell that these are the words of a young soul. There is narrow-mindedness and self-centeredness in Cioran’s views. There is lack of acceptance; there is arrogance and there is naïveté. But just as naïvely, my mind drank every word and slumbered into blissful inebriation. An intangible thirst was quenched in me and I now lay here satisfied, yet alert. I know the munchies will come back soon enough, but what a way to finish my reading year!

  • Bogdan Liviu
    2018-12-02 15:47

    Cartea în ale cărei rânduri simt cum îmi circulă sângele...

  • ژیار Jiyar
    2018-11-24 09:26

    ''پادشای عەرشی ڕەشبینی، ترۆپکی نائومێدی، بێخەوی و خۆکوشتن، ئەمیل سیوران وەهای وت''تەوەرەکانی ئەم کتێبەی سیورانە. سیوران قەڵەمێک نامۆ بە ڕۆژهەڵات و بگرە ڕۆژائاوایش، کتێبەکانی باس لە بێخەویی، خۆکوشتن، ڕەشبینی، قسەی سەرزمانی سیورانە. لە لاوییدا چەندین ساڵ دووچاری بێخەوییەکی کوشندە دەبێت کە ژیانی لێ تاڵ دەکات هەڵبەت گەر ئەوەیش نەبووایە ئەم سیورانە درووست نەدەبوو.. لە ڕۆمانیا لەدایکیبووە و دواتر ڕوودەکاتە پاریس، پاش نووسینی دووکتێبی بە ڕۆمانیی ئیتر کتێبەکانی تری بە فەڕەنسیی بڵاودەکاتەوە. شتێک زۆر کاریگەریی لێدەکات، کاتێک لاو بووە، بە دایکی دەڵێت تەواو وەڕەس بووم لەم ژیانە و تەحەموولم نەماوە. دایکیشی پێی دەڵێ: ''بمزانیایە وا دەبیت، لە بار خۆمم دەبردیت!''ئیتر ئەم قسەیەک وەک کێچێک دەکەوێتە کەوڵییەوە.یەکەمجارم بوو سیوران بخوێنمەوە، نازانم ئەم شتە باشە یاخود خراپ وەلێ کە خویندمەوە منیش بێخەویی بەرۆکی بەرنەدەدام و ئیتر ملمدایە خوێندنەوەی سیوران. بەڕاستیی بەدڵم بوو..

  • Orenda
    2018-12-08 09:34

    Like many other books, this one is anything but an escape. It impugns reality and swirls it around with words like chaos, insomnia, love, death, suicide and the like. This is one of the most provocative books I have ever read. It is very hard to give a review on this dark, extensional author who is commonly known as the “king of pessimists”.This was the first book I read by Ciroan, the then 22 year old Cioran managed to keep me up till 5 in the morning with shivers. “There is always a serious danger in repressing something which requires objectification” (he mentions in the beginning of the book) and this is exactly what he did. He picked up topics we have shunned down somewhere deep inside our head because of the agony, confusion or dismay they would cause. He embodied those words- made them sound way grave than I expected and pieced me with every word. He often asks more questions than he answers and they are more than enough to get your heart racing with feelings of caducity, fragility and emptiness. Nothingness, lyricism, the absurd, the world and I – Cioran probed the reality of existence. The iterate use of statements that implied the simulacra of a ‘life’ created by the world is nothing but an illusion. He urged the way of solitude, restlessness, madness and the ‘indirect animals’ we already are. In spite of all this, it is so ironically life-affirming and inspiring. I will never be able to be the same after reading this book; also I have read it nearly every night since.“Love your unhappiness and hate yourhappiness, mix everything up, scramble it all! Be a snowflake dancing in the air, aflower floating downstream! Have courage when you don't need to, and be a cowardwhen you must be brave! Who knows? You may still be a winner! And if you lose,does it really matter? Is there anything to win in this world? All gain is a loss, and all loss is a gain. Why always expect a definite stance, clear ideas, and meaningful words? Ifeel as if I should spout fire in response to all the questions which were ever put, ornot put, to me”

  • Eliana Rivero
    2018-11-18 12:44

    Leería de nuevo a Cioran. Sin dudas. Sin embargo, es bastante intenso y hay que leerlo con calma. En las cimas de la desesperación nos manifiesta todo su sentir existencialista, nihilista y pesimista, pues no cree más que en el sufrimiento. Personalmente, muchas de sus ideas me gustaron, pero hay otras que resultan difíciles seguirles el paso, ya que es filosofía pura. Y aunque es un libro de filosofía, tiene mucho de poético (en el sentido literario).Sus conceptos de infinitud y finitud, de instante, de eternidad, de melancolía, entre otros, nos propone una visión universal y de paso, una revisión interna del ser humano. A pesar de que el autor no lucha en contra de la felicidad, está convencido que la raza humana está fundada en la miseria y en la desesperación del ser.Realmente es un libro con mucho que decir, y es recomendable a quienes se interesen en filosofía y en los problemas del ser.

  • Alejandro Saint-Barthélemy
    2018-12-11 13:34

    It's a shame that this is Cioran's most rated book in Goodreads, since it's not his best one at all (and he knew it). Too much lyricism, too juvenile, and both the lyricism and juvenality aren't as poetic as he would have liked them to be (we have Rimbaud for that, though). Cioran regreted this style in his adult books. That being said, this book has a few really great moments, like the aphorism on the sterility of traditional wisemen.

  • Crina Bucur
    2018-11-13 16:53

    În clipe precum acestea aș fi preferat să mă fi născut bărbat, să pot aprecia lirismul fără ca misoginismul să mă atingă. Departe de a fi o feministă, am reflectat eu însămi adesea cu tristețe la neajunsurile condiției feminine pe care le atribui, antropologic vorbind, unui amalgam nefericit de factori cărora le suntem tributare. Cred totuși că în această privință Cioran nu este nici pe departe un psiholog la fel de fin precum în celelalte tematici abordate, ceea ce desigur îi știrbește doar pe alocuri din farmec. Deconcertant însă să treci prin viață neîntâlnind măcar o femeie a cărei esență să-ți fie demnă de respect și admirație din considerente ce nu au legătură neapărat cu esteticul sau grația.

  • Freigeist
    2018-12-14 11:40

    We live in an age in which it is almost a sin to be unhappy, this book is a fine antidote to that stupidity.

  • James
    2018-12-05 11:43

    I do think I may have finally found a philosopher whose work I can not only relate to but utterly enjoy. I blew through this one in under 24 hours, and thoroughly loved it. Like J.K. Huysmans, H.P. Lovecraft, and Thomas Ligotti (in fact, it was through Ligotti that I first ever even heard of Cioran), this E.M. Cioran transforms ennui, despair and cosmic pessimism into pure poisonous poetry. My only "problem" with the book was I had to keep pausing from my reading to jot down a line that I found illuminating: but that's always the sign of a good writer, in my opinion. Some quotes I especially liked (though in fact, there are almost too many to choose from): "Creativity is a temporary salvation from the claws of death." "On the heights of despair, the passion for the absurd is the only thing that can still throw a demonic light on chaos." "An existence which does not hide a great madness has no value." "Tears always have deeper roots than smiles." "If anybody had died so that I could be happy, then I would be even more unhappy, because I do not want to build my life on a graveyard." "The reality of the body is one of the most terrible realities." "True knowledge is the most tenebrous darkness." "I would rather die of fire than of void." "I can only live at the beginning or the end of this world." "I can very well imagine God being bored with men who only know how to beg, exasperated by the triviality of his creation, equally disgusted with both heaven and earth. And I see him taking flight into nothingness, like Jesus escaping from the cross...""Life not only has no meaning: it can never have one." "Consciousness made animal, man, and man, demon, but it has never made anyone God, no matter how proud the world is to have killed one on the cross." -I greatly look forward to reading some of his other books in the future.

  • Andreea Obreja
    2018-11-15 14:44

    I can say I don't agree on most of the ideas in this book and I wonder how can someone live like this? Thinking no one ever does an altruistic gesture and vices being the best thing to have, otherwise you're boring?! I do understand him at some points, as pessimism and depression are opaque and subjective feelings you can hardly see through... Unbelievable but among all that pessimism I could find some optimism, paradoxically (as he keeps repeating! The beginning and the ending have kind of bright messages! He probably saw this book he had begun/ended writing "the light at the end of a tunnel" (and let me tell you, it was a loooong tunnel that one...).

  • Paul Toth
    2018-12-05 15:53

    The most relentlessly-pessimistic author not to have killed himself and, therefore, the writer of our only true solace: We need not waste time seeking solace. Warning to optimists: Reading E.M. Cioran's work may kill you.

  • Mahak
    2018-12-04 15:48

    Don't be afraid to ask for a hug when you want one; you do matter (just saying). *shrugs :D

  • তানজীম Rahman)
    2018-12-08 16:30

    "An existence which does not hidea great madness has no value. how is it different from the existence of a stone, apiece of wood, or something rotten?"Just a fantastic, fantastic read. This is one of those occasions when I don’t agree with the writer on many points, but still understand his particular way of thinking. And in the case of Emil Cioran, that way of thinking is refreshingly bitter; beautiful in its sadness. Cioran is a worthy entry in the long line of pessimistic philosophers. To him, life is inherently meaningless, chaotic and full of suffering. He suspects that existence is a state of exile for humanity, and nothingness is our true home. He believes to remain sane; we must embrace the insanity within ourselves. We must embrace the absurd. After all, Cioran argues, we are all accidents. Why take anything too seriously?To me, the most fascinating points Cioran made were about writing. To him, writing is an act of catharsis, of untamed expression. He has stated that he chose writing as an alternative to suicide. The content of writing is of secondary importance to him, the act of writing itself is the true goal. We should write when we are in the pits of despair, when we are suffering deeply. Writing helps us come to terms with our situations in a coherent way. This book consists of short, lyrical and extremely insightful essays. I wouldn’t call myself a true pessimist, but I still enjoyed reading it greatly. Looking forward to hunting down some more of Cioran’s work.

  • Chris Godber
    2018-12-07 09:36

    Recently I finished E . M Cioran's - On the heights of Despair. It's a book written whilst deep under the grip of insomnia by the existential / nihilist philosopher exploring the nature of life, and purpose, and also the inevitability of suffering. Sounds like a really dreary premise? It's actually written in this interesting lyrical format that is vivid and almost strangely life affirming, Cioran transforms accepting suffering and darkness and horror into a positive, a kind of fingers up to feeling 'too bleak' about horror. He also talks a lot about organic philosophers whom he see's as more authentic, comparing them to abstract philosopher- who desire to understand everything but develop more complexity than required in the process, thus muddying the waters of philosophy in his view. It's a really interesting book and despite the apparent drabness and moodiness of the subject matter it's actually an amazing read. Recommended, breezed through it faster than a lot of other philosophy books I've attempted this year. Don't even get my started on Anti-Oedipus by Delueze and Guattri hahaha

  • Tariq Fadel
    2018-12-11 10:38

    Wow this book is very...very dark, but what do you expect from a book called "on the heights of despair"! Emil Cioran is cleaely inspired by Nietzsche. His pessimistic view on existence is due to the nonexistence of objective truth. But he differs from Nietzsche in that he doesn't preach of the glory of the ubermench, nor does he like Camus end his book on a lighter note by claiming that one can be happy with the absurdity of existence. His view is much....much depressing; the universe is absurd, human existence is tragic, everything is arbitrary. Yes exactly his view is like that. There is no punchline! There is no "but". He doesn't even claim to know what the proper reaction should be. He just states how sick he is of life. His view on suicide was somewhat obscure but I understood that he would prefer to live a life of despair rather than end his life. He didn't even claim that it's the right thing to do because there is no good or evil and everything is subjective -Nietzsche again-. I greatly admire emil cioran mainly because he was 22 when he wrote this incredibly depressing book and yet lived till he was 84. That's very inspiring indeed !

  • Alexandru Cuhureanu
    2018-11-26 13:34

    "Aţi avut vreodată satisfacţia bestială şi uluitoare de a vă privi în oglindă dupănenumărate nopţi de nesomn; aţi simţit tortura insomniilor, cînd numeri fiecare clipă nopţiîntregi, cînd nu mai eşti decît tu singur în această lume, cînd drama ta este cea mai esenţialădin istorie, iar această istorie nu mai are nici o semnificaţie, nici nu mai există, cînd în tinecresc cele mai groaznice văpăi şi existenţa ta apare unică şi singură într-o lume născutănumai pentru a-ţi consuma agonia ta."

  • Ruxi Gîdei
    2018-11-19 11:35

    joc brutal de băut - toată lumea bea un shot de fiecare dată când întâlnește vreunul din cuvintele "paroxism" sau "organic"

  • Gerardo
    2018-11-29 10:49

    "A little knowledge is delightful; a lot, disgusting. The more you know the less you want to know. He who has not sufferd from knowledge has never known anything."

  • Bogdan Liviu
    2018-11-28 14:25

    Cartea în ale carei rânduri simt cum îmi circulă sângele...

  • Mafortes
    2018-12-05 17:41

    "Pourquoi je ne me suicide pas? Parce que la mort me dégoûte autant que la vie. Je n'ai pas la moindre idée de ma raison d'être ici-bas. Je ressens en ce moment un impérieux besoin de crier, de pousser un hurlement qui épouvante l'univers. Je sens monter en moi un grondement sans précédent, et je me demande pourquoi il n'explose pas, pour anéantir ce monde, que j'engloutirais dans mon néant. Je me sens l'être le plus terrible qui ait jamais existé dans l'histoire, une brute apocalyptique débordant de flammes et de ténèbres. Je suis un fauve au sourire grotesque, qui se contracte et se dilate à l'infini, qui meurt et grandit en même temps, exalté entre l'espérance du rien et le désespoir du tout, nourri de fragrances et de poison, brûlé par l'amour et la haine, annihilé par les lumières et les ombres. Mon symbole est la mort de la lumière et la flamme de la mort. En moi toute étincelle s'éteint pour renaître tonnerre et éclair. Les ténèbres elles-mêmes ne brûlent-elles pas en moi?" (fl. 62)"L'irrationnel joue un rôle capital dans la naissance de l'amour, de même que, dans la sensation de l'amour, l'impression de fondre, de se dissoudre. L'amour est une forme de communion et d'intimité: qu'est-ce qui saurait l'exprimer mieux que le phénomène subjectif de la dissolution, de l'écroulement de toutes les barrières de l'individuation? L'amour n'est-il pas tout ensemble, paradoxalement, l'universel et le singulier par excellence? La véritable communion ne peut se réaliser qu'à travers l'individuel. J'aime un être, mais comme celui-ci est le symbole du tout, je participe de l'essence du tout sur un mode naïf et inconscient. Cette participation universelle suppose la spécification de l'objet, l'individuel ouvre à l'universel. Le flou et l'exaltation de l'amour surgissent d'un pressentiment, de la présence irrationnelle dans l'âme de l'amour en général, qui touche alors à son paroxysme." (fl. 91)"Quelqu'un a dit que le sommeil équivaut à l'espérance: admirable intuition de l'importance effrayante du sommeil – et tout autant de l'insomnie! Celle-ci représente une réalité si colossale que je me demande si l'homme ne serait pas un animal inapte au sommeil. Pourquoi le qualifier d'animal raisonnable alors qu'on peut trouver, en certaines bêtes, autant de raison qu'on veut? En revanche, il n'existe pas, dans tout le règne animal, d'autre bête qui veuille dormir sans le pouvoir. Le sommeil fait oublier le drame de la vie, ses complications, ses obsessions; chaque éveil est un recommencement et un nouvel espoir. La vie conserve ainsi une agréable discontinuité, qui donne l'impression d'une régénération permanente. Les insomnies engendrent, au contraire, le sentiment de l'agonie, une tristesse incurable, le désespoir. Pour l'homme en pleine santé - à savoir l'animal - il est futile de s'interroger sur l'insomnie: il ignore l'existence d'individus qui donneraient tout pour un assoupissement, des hantés du lit qui sacrifieraient un royaume pour retrouver l'inconscience que la terrifiante lucidité des veilles leur a brutalement ravie. Le lien est indissoluble entre l'insomnie et le désespoir. Je crois bien que la perte totale de l'espérance ne se conçoit pas sans le concours de l'insomnie. Le paradis et l'enfer ne présentent d'autre différence que celle-ci: on peut dormir, au paradis, tout son soûl; en enfer, on ne dort jamais. Dieu ne punit-il pas l'homme en lui ôtant le sommeil pour lui donner la connaissance? N'est-ce pas le châtiment le plus terrible que d'être interdit de sommeil? Impossible d'aimer la vie quand on ne peut dormir. Les fous souffrent fréquemment d'insomnies, d'où leurs effroyables dépressions, leur dégoût de la vie et leur penchant au suicide. Or, cette sensation de s'enfoncer, tel un scaphandrier du néant, dans les profondeurs – sensation propre aux veilles hallucinées – ne relève-t-elle pas d'une forme de folie? Ceux qui se suicident en se jetant à l'eau ou en se précipitant dans le vide agissent sous une impulsion aveugle, follement attirés par l'abîme. Ceux que de tels vertiges n'ont jamais saisis ne sauraient comprendre l'irrésistible fascination du néant qui pousse certains au renoncement suprême.Il y a en moi plus de confusion et de chaos que l'âme humaine ne devrait en supporter. Vous trouverez en moi tout ce que vous voudrez. Je suis un fossile des commencements du monde, en qui les éléments ne se sont pas cristallisés, en qui le chaos initial s'adonne encore à sa folle effervescence. Je suis la contradiction absolue, le paroxysme des antinomies et la limite des tensions; en moi tout est possible, car je suis l'homme qui rira au moment suprême, à l'agonie finale, à l'heure de la dernière tristesse." (fls. 92/93)

  • Yuki Black
    2018-12-01 15:38

    Carte este un ‘tratat’ ce studiază suferința în adâncimile ei și gândurile ce duc spre o denigrare a sufletului. Cioran vorbește despre suferință cu o acceptare ce poate însemna doar resemnarea omului ce este aproape de moarte. Acesta își exprimă punctul de vedere cu privire la numeroase subiecte precum dragostea prin prisma morții, binaritatea comportamentului uman și focul interior ce te poate autodistruge; toate acestea sunt văzute prin ochii omului ce suferă de depresie cronică. Totul are o semnificație aparte, omul ce dispune de cunoaștere fiind dus la rangul de proscris, cu toate că este singurul care poate vedea lumea prin adevărata realitate a suferinței, fiecare percepție împrumutând nota personală a autorului.Părerea mea: Această operă însumează suferința unui filosof în cele mai crunte dureri ale depresiei și revelaților. Am fost șocată, nu pentru stil (care, de altfel este absolut impecabil și genial), ci pentru stările pe care mi le-a putut transmite această carte. Mi-am dat seama că sunt una dintre cele mai sadice creaturi, că am iubit să știu că există o altă persoană care a înțeles și văzut în profunzime totalitatea asta de mizerie din aer și incapacitatea omului de acționare în fața eternului. Am fost sadică, recunosc, dar am iubit să-l cunosc pe Cioran. Să-i analizez fiecare gând și să mă trezesc că mă uitam pe pereți în încercarea de a mă minți că eu nu eram așa. „Întrucât moartea este imanentă vieţii, aproape întreaga viaţă este o agonie.”Continuarea recenziei: https://yukiblack.wordpress.com/2015/...

  • Stebbins
    2018-11-30 16:46

    Cioran's particular brand of melancholy fatalism sours any sort of existential insight that can be had from this book.Laid out as a series of short, topical essays ranging in length from small paragraphs to a few pages, each is a snapshot or distillation of Cioran's views on despair, death, and lyricism.While he makes some lambent points, especially with concern to the often hubristic certitude of philosophers, he makes an even greater number of absurd points. All the while, his self-absorbed, agonised and ceaseless whining becomes ever more acute as the book wears on. Ultimately, the lucent rays of Cioran's narcissistic adolescence filter through the tightly-woven, immaculately constructed latticework of philosophic jargon. If you really must to get into Cioran, his later works The Trouble with Being Born and The Temptation to Exist are infinitely preferable over this sophomoric effort. At best, On the Heights of Despair provides utile insight into the refractory mind that later wrote those aforementioned works.If you want insightful pessimism, read Schopenhauer; if you want a defeatist thesis on suicide, read Cioran.

  • Gabriela Molina
    2018-12-13 14:43

    Cioran, se entrega a la defensa y el sentido de lo que en esta vida no tiene sentido. "Si no hubiera escrito esto a los 22 años me hubiera suicidado", anuncia de inicio de este libro en el que contempla y examina esos sentimientos de misería y soledad, de la demencia como ancla para que ya de una ves por todas te lleve el infierno. Es extraño que un libro que habla sobre la irremediable situación de hombre atado a su propio dolor en todas sus manifestaciones resulte hasta en cierta manera, tan empatico de tal manera que destaca sin decirlo directamente las virtudes y la fuerza del que se encuentra bajo un profundo dolor y/o tormento psicológico. En las cimas de la desesperación es el acompañamiento perfecto de quién perdió la ruta, de quien en la privacidad de la vida diaria necesita un soporte para derrumbarse, rendirse y morir metafórica o literalmente, por que hasta eso hay vidas que necesitan un espacio para mirarse en una dolorosa retrospectiva, hay vidas que no tendrían que continuar retorciendose en su misería.

  • Simon
    2018-12-05 16:55

    Essentially an extremely unhealthy self-help book for depressives, sadsacks, and fatalists worldwide. In Cioran's view, mental anguish is noble and intellectually rigorous, the only path to a truly examined life. For the miserable bastard sitting alone in his darkened room, this all sounds right as rain. And Cioran's writing is easily digestible, the book a series of short philosophical prose poems, elegantly articulating why life sucks the bag, and why you're a dunce or a coward if you don't believe unending misery is the ultimate revelation (more enabling for the weepers and creepers). When nihilism pops up here and there, as it is wont to do in E.M.'s writing, things get a little shaky, as the basic message is "doing nothing rules", which veers into slovenly couch potato territory.So, for the crybabies and depressed solipsists, two thumbs up. For everyone else, check out "Chicken Soup for the Soul".