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Emile Michel Cioran Philosophical and writer

Emile Michel Cioran was born it April 8, 1911 in Rasinari, Roumania and dies on June 20, 1995 in Paris, France. It was a philosopher and Rumanian writer, of Rumanian expression initially, then French since 1949 (Precis of decomposition). (It signed "E. M. Cioran ", for" Emil Michel "or" Emil Mihai ", because its first name seemed to him somewhat ridiculous in French.)

Very young person, it reads works from Nietzsche, Dostoïevski and Schopenhauer, three thinkers who will exert on him a great influence.

In 1928, it undertakes studies of philosophy at the University of Bucharest and its licence in 1932 obtains after having supplemented a thesis on Bergson.

Its first book appears in 1934 and the title reveals already the program of all a life: "On the summits of despair".

After having felt the need to break with its Rumanian roots, Cioran is established in France in 1939. Its first book written in French appears at Gallimard in 1949, "Precis of decomposition".

For Cioran, philosophy "is often produced by men without temperament and without history "which does not want especially to hold account of" miseries ego ". But, following the example Russian thinker Leon Chestov, Cioran thinks that it is necessary to locate despair at the heart even of all true philosophical reflexion.

To avoid the suffering, it is to run the risk to lose itself in abstractions who have nothing to do with the human existence.

Cioran does not like the books which are read as a newspaper is read: a book must all upset, all to call in question. To sap the bases of intellectual comfort, it privileges the aphorism rather than the great systems philosophical.

The advantage of the aphorism, it is that one does not need to give evidence. One launches an aphorism, like one launches a slap.

In the statements of several, Cioran made in the provocation. Left buffoon of court which amuses by its receipts, by its insults thrown to the face of the guests.

It is the disorder celebrates service. That which one invites to speak when time immobilize yourself and that the trouble gains the guests.
A peel of mocking remark to scent the liquor enivrante self-satisfaction that it will be necessary well to drink before setting out again. And each one to regain its home, one time finished, happy the spectacle of its fate, satisfied like rough, ready to resume work the following day for the greatest glory of humanity conquering: You enter a bank you see thirty to forty young people girls who rising of the sun up to one hour advanced of the evening type figures.

To think that! That one made the history so far to finish thus! If one similar destiny is called the life, then the life does not have a direction. In the world of subway job, dodo, the conscience can be only one provocation and, by consequent, the conscience can be only unhappy: at the school of Nietzsche and of Dostoïevski, the conscience weighs like a fate. It is girl of harms.

At twenty years, Cioran suffers from insomnia, wanders like a spectrum in the streets of Sibiu at the thank you of total silence and its accomplice the idea of nothing. These nights lost will be the origin of its vision of the World. Anchylosed of tiredness, one day in presence of his/her mother, it is thrown on a settee and known as: I cannot about it any more. Its mother answers him: If I had known, I would have been made fall through. For Cioran, it is a release. It knows the fruit of the chance and understands that there is nothing with to include/understand. It thus decides to write in order to attenuate a kind of pressure interior. The writing becomes cure.

In Octavio Paz, it will make this consent: What is really extraordinary, it is that each time I finished writing; I want to put to me to whistle. To say badly of the Universe to escape from its influence; to say evil of the history for not to be crushed by it.

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