CURIOSA. Max BOULIGNER (1927-1986) organist, organ builder, - Lot 174

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CURIOSA. Max BOULIGNER (1927-1986) organist, organ builder, - Lot 174
CURIOSA. Max BOULIGNER (1927-1986) organist, organ builder, writer and painter. 5 L.A.S. "Max" or "Athanase" and 18 L.A. or drafts, 1952-1955, to Madeleine Auerbach; 25 pages various sizes. Love letters to Madeleine Auerbach. Sallanches June 11, 1952. "A year ago I was preparing to join you in this valley of the Arve which for me is a valley of tears - the bushes on the water's edge are full of you - my health is completely failing, I should be in the hospital [...] I was forced to play the organs again because that is the only justification for my presence and my means of living"... - August 2, 1953. "What a nail in my heart that all the memories and the boredom and the love of you are driving hard. [...] Your face moves me to tears - in 4 ½ years how many times have I held it in my hands, how many times have I kissed it - so few! when I constantly need it"... - March 9, 1954. Since their last meeting, he "started drinking again to an extent I had never reached (sad feat!!) my whole life was in an unheard of disorder, my work more and more neglected, irregular and fanciful; around Christmas I had reached the maximum of madness and illness - Scandal at midnight mass - delirium tremens attack"... MM. Buffet and Francis Anthoine paid him a cure of detoxification... " How stupid you are! my nice fairy - I made love for the last time in October 1952 with a brown girl, rather small size, body a little Hindu, very very beautiful, and that I love "... - Bassens August. His extravagances forced him to leave Sallanches for Annecy: "I was so overwhelmed by your absence that it must be said - I was going off the rails a lot, acting in a confused way and outside of reality. I was getting drunk at times, but terribly so (to the point of falling into Lake Annecy one day) - at times, however, I realized that I was on the verge of complete madness"... - Paris, December 31. "I am writing to you on this last night of the year to offer you my heart with my whole being - I renew the gift of myself to you with all the strength of my love. [For me I ask you to take me in marriage"... - January 1, 1955. "I am not jealous that Michel [Mourre] makes love with you - no, but I am jealous that he prepares food for you or washes your panties because there he steals my possibility of being what I am - he walks in my flowerbeds"... - January 2: "at this moment you are perhaps penetrated by Michel naked and all wet and spread and open. I have a terrible desire for you because I feel that you are happy and fulfilled and harmonious and that you are my faithful and pure wife - the cum that wets you makes your sex shine with a dew of purity - no, Madeleine, it is not imagination in perversion that makes me get a hard-on but your harmony. I am so much in you that if you are not internally in harmony I cannot be, hence the fact that I have gone wild. If you had not needed anything else than my sex exclusively I believe that you would have had it fully and as it should have been but this necessity of your offering to the world prevented it and this offering of your body to men is necessary for the perfection of our love to us and for the future exclusivity of our unique and perpetual mating "... - "I could not sleep yet. I am too hard for you and my flesh is starving. I offer you this and my resistance to the temptation to finish me - it is hard - hard all together - you must make me a living wound for your pleasure - I love you [...] humiliate me to the extreme - all this will give me the strength I need to suffer effectively for the sake of our love "... Plus 2 bars of music, Final, dedicated to Madeleine Auerbach. A L.A.S. from Madeleine Auerbach to Max Bouligner is attached (March 2, 1954): " First day in tears of spring. My hair has caught a cloud of pearls. I drip slowly on the coffee table. Small white muzzle of the crocuses, the primroses round all alone in bridal bouquets, the still closed daisies blush like a blond girl of fifteen years and the periwinkles open a blue eye on the rocks"...; and a poem of Madeleine Auerbach recopied by Max Bouligner (2 p. in-8, 38 verses): "The dogs in the sad palace / where I did not say anything / Howl of anger"...
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