The warrior's nobility is like a prostitute's smile, the truth of which is self-interest.
Under the present conditions, everything conspires to obscure the basic movement that tends to restore wealth to its function, to gift-giving, to squandering without reciprocation.
Continuaba cuestionando los límites del mundo, al ver la miseria de quien con ellos se conforma, y no pude soportar por mucho tiempo lo fácil de la ficción: yo le exigía la realidad, me volví loco.Si...
La evocación tiene sobre la experiencia la ventaja de una riqueza y de una facilidad infinita pero aparta de la experiencia (esencialmente paralizada).Sin la exuberancia de la evocación, la experienci...
To others, the universe seems decent because decent people have welded eyes. That is why they fear lewdness. They are never frightened by the crowing of a rooster or when strolling under a starry heav...
La poesía no es un conocimiento de sí, y menos aún la experiencia de un lejano posible (de lo que anteriormente no existía) sino la simple evocación con palabras de posibilidades inaccesibles.
My conduct with my friends is motivated: each being is, I believe, incapable on his own, of going to the end of being. If he tries, he is submerged within a "private being" which has meaning only for...
Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one's rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons...
Above all human existence requires stability, the permanence of things. The result is an ambivalence with respect to all great and violent expenditure of strength; such an expenditure, whether in natu...
Pleasure only starts once the worm has got into the fruit, to become delightful happiness must be tainted with poison.
If poetry introduces the strange, it does so by means of the familiar. The poetic is the familiar dissolving into the strange, and ourselves wit it. It never dispossesses us entirely, for the words, t...
Sovereignty, loyalty, and solitude.
Man always becomes other. Man is the animal who continually differs from himself.
অতিদেবদূতীয় কবিতাআমার পাগলামি আর আমার ভয়ওদের আছে বড়ো-বড়ো মরা চোকআর জ্বরের অবিচলিত চাউনিএই চোখগুলোয় যা দেখা যায়তা ব্রহ্মাণ্ডের অসারতাআমার চোখ দুটো অন্ধ আকাশআমার দুর্ভেদ্য রাতেঅসম্ভাব্যতা কেঁদে ওঠেসবকিছ...
We did not lack modesty—on the contrary—but something urgently drove us to defy modesty together as immodestly as possible.
I equate love (bodies touching indecently) to the limitlessness of being – to nausea, to the sun, and to death.
Being aware that the sacred quality hidden in the experience of eroticism is something impossible for language to reach (this is also due to the impossibility of experiencing of re-experiencing anythi...
Though the immediate impression of rebellion may obscure the fact, the task of authentic literature is nevertheless only conceivable in terms of a desire for fundamental communication with the reader.
Laughing at the universe liberated my life. I escape its weight by laughing. I refuse any intellectual translations of this laughter, since my slavery would commence from that point on.
I have in my mind an obscenity so great that I could vomit the most dreadful words and it wouldn’t be enough!
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