\\n  House of Incest\\n Anais Nin's first fiction publication, House of Incest, has an almost otherworldly, surreal, and ethereal quality to it. As the reader delves into its pages, they are transported into a world filled with consummate spiritual and sensual passion. It allows the reader to penetrate the complex psychological state of Nin, embarking on an unforgettable, trance-like journey.

\\n  House of Incest\\n is often a whisper among literary classics, yet it truly deserves a resounding scream. This work is a hidden gem that has the power to captivate and entrance readers with its unique blend of passion, psychology, and prose.

\\"Loving without knowingness, moving without effort, in the soft current of water and desire, breathing in an ecstasy of dissolution\\" This beautiful and evocative quote from the book perfectly encapsulates the essence of the experience that awaits the reader within the pages of House of Incest. It is a work that challenges our perceptions and takes us on a journey into the depths of the human psyche and the realm of passionate desire.

Let's only talk about language and its beautiful charm. The text is rather chaotic. Solitude and the self and the other self and a lot of solitude. I really like some of it. However, I didn't really like it when the narrative started to be explicitly about the House of Sanctuaries.

Language is a powerful tool that can express a wide range of emotions and ideas. It has the ability to transport us to different worlds and make us feel things we may not have otherwise felt. In this text, the author seems to be exploring themes of solitude and self-discovery.

While some parts of the text are engaging and interesting, the mention of the House of Sanctuaries in a rather explicit way might have detracted from the overall beauty and mystery of the piece. It would have been nice to see the author develop these themes in a more subtle and nuanced way.

Overall, language and its charm continue to fascinate us, and this text serves as a reminder of the importance of using it effectively to convey our thoughts and emotions.

I won't be able to judge this work right away.

Because what it contains of Syrian pictures and intertwined and contradictory poetry is almost like this, not my favorite type in reading nor what I needed during this period of a new book.

Perhaps I need more time to understand and appreciate the unique elements it presents. The combination of Syrian imagery and the complex nature of the poetry might require a deeper exploration. Maybe as I continue to engage with it, I will discover new layers of meaning and significance that I initially overlooked. It could be that this work is challenging my preconceived notions about what I like to read and what I expect from a new book. In any case, I am willing to give it a fair chance and see where this journey takes me.

The Holy House of Sanctities is filled with cares and concerns.

I have not assimilated the text or the story, and I did not find myself among its lines.

It seems as if there is a disconnect between me and the written words.

Maybe it's because I am not fully understanding the context or the intended meaning.

Or perhaps my own thoughts and experiences are preventing me from truly engaging with the narrative.

Nevertheless, I will continue to try and make sense of it, hoping to find some sort of connection or enlightenment within the pages.

After all, every text has the potential to offer new perspectives and insights if only we are willing to look.

So, I will persevere and keep reading, hoping that eventually, the words will come alive for me.

Anaïs Nin – House of Incest

Anaïs Nin (1903 – 1977) was an American writer and novelist of Cuban origin, born in France before emigrating to the United States where she became famous as a writer. She began her career as a writer by publishing what resembled diaries, in which she dealt with her personal thoughts and emotional relationships. She later became famous as one of the most important writers of pornographic literature and was the first "female" writer to enter this field. Her writings began to take a feminist turn in the late 1960s, influenced by the feminist movement that was active during that period.

House of Incest was Nin's first fictional attempt. It was first published in 1936. It is a short novel of about sixty pages – which is a good thing, by the way – divided into seven chapters. The discerning reader can notice that it is not a traditional novel – and I will return to that – due to the huge amount of sensuality immersed in the fictional text – if we can call it that.

Well, the elements of the novel are known. Is it complete here? Was there really a story being told here? Not exactly, as the chapters are the closest thing to Alice in Wonderland.. My God, it's Wonderland in its own version for adults, well, not all adults, just the strange ones. The story is simply about two narrators or one narrator but about two separate events; the first is the strange narrator's relationship with Sabina. The second is the strange narrator's relationship with her brother. All of this was narrated through a text that resembles a diary and is highly dense to the extent that we can have a long debate about whether it can be classified as poetry and attributed to the school of open text associated with Jean-Paul Sartre. However, let's return to the classification that Nin imposed on us when she wrote "novel" about this book. Was there really a novel here? The answer is no, definitely not.

It is worth mentioning that the writer had a strange relationship with her father three years before the novel was published, and critics suspect that this novel is merely a manifestation or transfer inspired by that relationship. Returning to the time when this novel was published.. we can understand that sensuality immersed in the novel. And on the other hand, we can also classify this novel under the category of pornographic literature without hesitation. And we cannot forget to say that Nin had a close relationship with the other writer Henry Miller.. and perhaps we can remember Tropic of Cancer and that meaningless and provocative frankness that we read there. And perhaps we can say that Nin here took the same meaningless path.. but let's say that it is a female version less provocative than Tropic of Cancer in terms of description.. but it is no less provocative in terms of the chosen subject. For Nin here was not trying to deal with the human situation of characters living in such situations, but rather was describing her feelings in a poetic way. And I cannot hide the fact that there are many similar writings being circulated these days that I have read on Facebook from both genders!

And in the end, this quote comes to me: In one of his letters to Giovanni Papini in 1952, Picasso writes: "People who are too refined, the rich, the idle, the thinkers who are looking for something new, strange, extreme, and fantastic in art. And I, personally, from Cubism until now, have amused these connoisseurs and critics with all the strange mixtures that have come out of my head, and those who understood it to a lesser extent liked it a lot.. But I, when I face myself, I don't find the courage to see myself as an artist, in the traditional sense of the word. And the artists were Giotto, Titian, Rembrandt, Goya. And I was happy for years that he understood his era, and used all his abilities, his stupidity and his wisdom, and dressed according to his era. "I flee to freedom" – Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky.

Examples like Henry Miller and Anaïs Nin and others.. may have understood their era well.. and gave it what it wanted from them or at least gave it what they thought would please it. And it happens that that does not intersect with what pleases me.

I am completely alone, but at the same time, I am also afraid that my solitude will be broken and I will no longer be the server and ruler of my world. I have a great fear of understanding you, because with your understanding, you penetrate into my world; and then I will be exposed and forced to share my imperial pen with you...

One of the good and touching books that I read was from Syria.

It is a profound and emotional expression of the author's inner feelings. The fear of losing one's solitude and the power one holds is palpable. The mention of the Syrian book adds an interesting element, perhaps hinting at the rich literary traditions of that region.

This passage makes us think about the complex relationship between the self and others, and how the act of understanding can sometimes bring both vulnerability and connection. It also shows the importance of literature in expressing our deepest emotions and experiences.

Reading Anaïs Nin is an experience that closely resembles randomly flipping through a photography book.

One moment, you encounter a particular image; the next, another; and then yet another.

Although there is an overarching theme within the book, since you haven't read the title, you attempt to piece together the meaning from these disparate images.

However, they don't quite come together perfectly, not in a seamless manner.

Nevertheless, the impression they leave is filled with a sense of something genuine and real.

"Significance stares at me from everywhere," Nin proclaims, "like a gigantic underlying ghostliness."

This description further emphasizes the profound and somewhat mysterious nature of the impact that her work has on the reader.

It's as if there are hidden meanings and emotions lurking beneath the surface of each passage, waiting to be discovered and understood.

The randomness of the images in the photography book analogy also reflects the nonlinear and often fragmented nature of Nin's writing, which adds to its allure and complexity.

Overall, reading Anaïs Nin is a journey of exploration and discovery, one that challenges the reader to make sense of the seemingly disjointed pieces and find the hidden significance within.

Hemingway once famously said:

\\t“There is nothing to writing, all you do is sit down at a type writer and bleed.”

In “House of Incest”, Anais Nin has truly exemplified this.

For those who have either experienced the creative process themselves or have read about the experiences of other creative writers, the truth in Nin's opening line becomes evident. The inspiration, or rather the struggle, to write about that which hovers between the conscious and subconscious is no easy feat. It's not a neatly organized list of experiences but a jumble of disparate emotions. Therefore, Nin chose the medium of a Kafkaesque prose-poetry to navigate through the ambiguities of dreams and reality.

Nin's mind is as sensitive as it is imaginative. She delves deep into her subconscious and uncovers the dichotomies and incongruities of her personality. In this exploration, through the introspection of her psyche's crisis, she peels away layer after layer of her identity and sexuality, adorning it with a rich and chocolaty vocabulary.

The book was enjoyable due to its brevity, eloquence, and imagination.

Here is a poem that I penned last night. I'm not certain if it has any connection to this book or not, but like Anais, I simply had to let it out of my system. I just had to sit down and bleed...

You know, that void

The one poets talk about

Between desire and fulfillment

The cold, quiet abyss

That looms between

Everything and.... Nothing.

I have to tell you

'I am stuck there'

Somewhere between rainbows and darkness

In an eternal twilight

Of love.... And life.

"Probably really good if you happen to be on acid" is a rather strange and perhaps somewhat cryptic statement.

It could potentially refer to an experience or situation that might seem particularly enhanced or interesting if one were under the influence of a hallucinogenic substance like acid.

However, it's important to note that using such substances can have significant risks and negative consequences for one's physical and mental health.

Rather than relying on the effects of drugs to find something good or enjoyable, it's advisable to explore and appreciate the world through natural and healthy means.

There are countless beautiful and fulfilling experiences to be had without the need for artificial substances to enhance them.

We should focus on developing our own senses, creativity, and relationships to find true meaning and satisfaction in life.

Utterly deafening.

This phrase vividly describes a sound that is so extremely loud that it overwhelms the senses.

The accompanying link https://youtu.be/pCTGFXtAHxk?si=7kzJA... might lead to a video or audio content that showcases this deafening sound.

At 0:53, perhaps there is a specific moment within the linked media where the deafening sound reaches its peak or makes a significant impact.

It could be the roar of a powerful engine, the crash of a large object, or the blare of a siren.

The description "utterly deafening" immediately grabs the attention and creates a sense of anticipation or even shock.

It makes the reader or viewer curious to explore the linked content and experience the deafening sound for themselves.

Whether it's for the purpose of entertainment, education, or simply to satisfy one's curiosity, the concept of an utterly deafening sound is both fascinating and potentially overwhelming.

Anaïs Nin is an iconic and renowned master of poetic eroticism.

In her work House of Incest, the reader is compelled to cast aside any preconceived notions of a traditional story-line and character development. What lies within these pages is a kind of brilliant madness.

It appears (at least according to my own modest observation) that by sacrificing those expectations of a structured narrative, the reader is instead rewarded with an immersive poetic experience that lacks a guiding hand.

The reader is forcefully thrust behind the curtain and into the mind of a woman who is overwhelmed by the experiences of life, personas, lust, and insanity.

All of these elements are told and explored through a writing style that is a combination of inebriated consciousness and rich poetics, whether it be confusion or surety.

I found myself feeling drunk or stoned on the style and fluidity of Nin's vivid descriptions.

"As soon as sleep covered the rigid new city, the rigidity of the new world, the heaviest portals slid open on smooth-oiled gongs and one entered the voicelessness of the dream."

This novella is not an easy journey to undertake. It will politely yet brutally batter your mind should you fall under its spell.

And I am utterly convinced that the only human being who could ever truly understand the depths of delirium within this novella 100% is Anaïs Nin herself.

Densely poetic, the words seem to dance on the page, filled with personal symbolism that only the author truly understands. It's as if each line is a carefully crafted key to unlock the mysteries of the self. But within this web of symbols and emotions, there is also a palpable yearning. A yearning for a way out of the gravity well of self, a longing to break free from the constraints that bind and run towards 'sanity'.

It's a journey of self-discovery and liberation, a quest to find meaning and purpose beyond the confines of one's own mind. The author's words are like a compass, guiding us through the darkness and towards the light. But the path is not easy, and there are many obstacles to overcome. Yet, with each step forward, the hope of finding 'sanity' grows stronger, and the author continues to run, never looking back.

Perhaps this is the essence of poetry, to express the inexpressible, to give voice to the emotions and thoughts that lie hidden within us all. And in this case, it's a powerful reminder that even in the midst of chaos and confusion, there is always a glimmer of hope, a way out of the darkness and towards a brighter future.