Morality is the weakness of the mind.
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
...as for me, I am intact; and I don't care.
Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?
Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don't know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.
Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.
I dreamed of Crusades, voyages of discovery that nobody had heard of, republics without histories, religious wars stamped out, revolutions in morals, movements of races and continents; I used to believe in every kind of magic. I began it as an investigation. I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
Yet this is the watch by night. Let us all accept new strength, and real tenderness. And at dawn, armed with glowing patience, we will enter the cities of glory.
I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
...You have to pass an exam, and the jobs that you get are either to shine shoes, or to herd cows, or to tend pigs. Thank God, I don't want any of that! Damn it! And besides that they smack you for a reward; they call you an animal and it's not true, a little kid, etc.. Oh! Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn!
Then you'll feel your cheek scratched... A little kiss, like a crazy spider, Will run round your neck... And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head - And we'll take a long time to find that creature - Which travels a lot.
He would say, "How funny it will all seem, all you've gone through, when I'm not here anymore, when you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders, nor my heart beneath you, nor this mouth on your eyes, because I will have to go away some day, far away..." And in that instant I could feel myself with him gone, dizzy with fear, sinking down into the most horrible blackness: into death.
Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea
My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
What am I doing here?
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
No one's serious at seventeen.
The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
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