Carta de Anais Nin, la primera escritora erótica
Escritora vanguardista francesa, Anais es caracterizada por la exploración del erotismo y la búsqueda de libertad, reflejos de una mujer que desafió a su tiempo. Fue la primera mujer en escribir novelas eróticas y tanto sus libros como su vida privada y relaciones la hicieron famosa.
Buscando en la web me encontré con un articulo en el cual venia una carta de Anais Nin dirigida a su editor. En esa época también escribía para un periódico en Nueva York el cual le pagaban solo $1dlr la página y siempre regresaban sus escritos con la misma critica ¨Mas sexo menos poesía ¨ a lo que ella respondió lo siguiente en una carta que me parece hermosa y llena de razón. Aquí hay un pequeño párrafo en español y más abajo la carta completa en inglés.
“Si usted alimentara su vida sexual con toda la excitación y las aventuras que el amor inyecta en la sensualidad, sería el hombre más poderoso del mundo. La fuente del poder sexual es la curiosidad, la pasión. Usted ve su fuego morirse de asfixia. El sexo no se desarrolla en monotonía. Sin sentimientos, inventos, humores, sin sorpresas en la cama. El sexo debe mezclarse con lágrimas, risas, palabras, promesas, escenas, celos, envidia, miedo, viajes, descubrimientos, historias, fantasías, música, baile, opio, vino.”Anais Nin’s letter to the Collector
“Dear Collector: We hate you. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore. You have taught us more than anyone I know how wrong it is not to mix it with emotion, hunger, desire, lust, whims, caprices, personal ties, deeper relationships that change its colour, flavour, rhythms, intensities.You do not know what you are missing by your microscopic examination of sexual activity to the exclusion of aspects which are the fuel that ignites it. Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformations, its aphrodisiac elements. You are shrinking your world of sensations. You are withering it, starving it, draining its blood.If you nourished your sexual life with all the excitements and adventures which love injects into sensuality, you would be the most potent man in the world. The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation. Sex does not thrive on monotony. Without feeling, inventions, moods, no surprises in bed. Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing, opium, wine.How much do you lose by this periscope at the tip of your sex, when you could enjoy a harem of distinct and never-repeated wonders? No two hairs alike, but you will not let us waste words on a description of hair; no two odours, but if we expand on this you cry Cut the poetry. No two skins with the same texture, and never the same light, temperature, shadows, never the same gesture; for a lover, when he is aroused by true love, can run the gamut of centuries of love lore. What a range, what changes of age, what variations of maturity and innocence, perversity and art…We have sat around for hours and wondered how you look. If you have closed your senses upon silk, light, colour, odour, character, temperament, you must be by now completely shrivelled up. There are so many minor senses, all running like tributaries into the mainstream of sex, nourishing it. Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.”
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