LOVE the hideous in order to find the sublime core of it.
MAN is a slave only to his own mental lethargy.
Oh that's right Keep away from me Please give me a pushDon't let me understand you Don't realise meOr we might tumble togetherDepersonalizedIdenticalInto the terrific NirvanaMe you --- you --- me
It is not given to each of usTo be desired.
LOVE of others is the appreciation of one's self. MAY your egotism be so gigantic that you comprise mankind in your self-sympathy.
Poetry is prose bewitched, a music made of visual thoughts, the sound of an idea.
The past has come apart events are vagueingthe future is inexploitable
Some say that happy women are immaterial.
She is yet like a diamond on a heap of broken glass.
We might have coupledIn the bed-ridden monopoly of a momentOr broken flesh with one anotherAt the profane communion tableWhere wine is spill'd on promiscuous lipsWe might have given birth to a butterf...
There is no Space or TimeOnly intensity, And tame thingsHave no immensity
