Lo serio, la muerte y el dolor fundan la verdadobtusa. Pero lo serio de la muerte y el dolor es la servidumbre del pensamiento.
L'image la plus simple de la vie organique unie à la rotation est la marée. Du mouvement de la mer, coït uniforme de la terre avec la lune, procède le coït polymorphe et organique de la terre et du so...
Indeed, the direction of the future is only there in order to elude us.
A man who finds himself among others is irritated because he does not know why he is not one of the others.In bed next to a girl he loves, he forgets that he does not know why he is himself instead of...
A judgment about life has no meaning except the truth of the one who speaks last, and the mind is at ease only at the moment when everyone is shouting at once and no one can hear a thing.
The word silence is still a sound, to speak is in itself to imagine knowing; and to no longer know, it would be necessary to no longer speak
To put it more precisely, since language is by definition the expression of civilised man, violence is silent. Civilisation and language grew as though violence was something outside. But silence cann...
To others, the universe seems decent because decent people have gelded eyes. That is why they fear lewdness. They are never frightened by the crowing of a rooster or when strolling under a starry heav...
The certainty of incoherence in reading, the inevitable crumbling of the soundest constructions, is the deep truth of books. Since appearance constitutes a limit, what truly exists is a dissolution in...
Pathetic creatures on their knees...Tirelessly, naively repeating, Don't take word for it! Alas, we're not all that logical. We say God–though in reality God is a person, a particular individual. We...
Only literature could reveal the process of breaking the law - without which the law would have no end - independently of the necessity to create order.
From incoherent barkings of desire, man can advance to distinct speech now that, labelling the object with a name, he is able to make an implicit connection between the material it is made of and the...
The chaos of the mind cannot constitute a reply to the providence of the universe. All it can be is an in the night, where all that can be heard is anguished poetry let loose.
She was crying, with wild entreaty, the way one vomits.
In the violence of overcoming, in the disorder of my laughter and my sobbing, in the excess of raptures that shatter me, I seize on the similarity between a horror and a voluptuousness that goes beyon...
Charles Baudelaire’s refusal was the most profound form of refusal, for it was in no way the assertion of an opposite principle. It only expressed that which was indefensible and impossible in the poe...
The road to the kingdom of childhood, governed by ingenuousness and innocence, is thus regained in the horror of atonement. The purity of love is regained in its intimate truth which, as I said, is th...
That discourse one might call the poetry of transgression is also knowledge. He who transgresses not only breaks a rule. He goes somewhere that the others are not; and he knows something the others do...
Poetry leads to the same place as all forms of eroticism — to the blending and fusion of separate objects. It leads us to eternity, it leads us to death, and through death to continuity. Poetry is ete...
In what will survive me