I Abandon Myself To The Fever Of

There Is Nothing Like An Insane Asylum For Gently Incubating Death.

Poetry Is A Dissociating And Anarchic Force Which Through Analogy, Associations And Imagery, Thrives On The Destruction Of Known Relationships.

Before Our Eyes Is Fought A Battle Of Symbols... For There Can Be Theatre Only From The Moment When The Impossible Really Begins And When The Poetry That Occurs On The Stage Sustains And Superheats The Realized Symbols.

These Terrifying Forms Which Advance On Me, I Feel That The Despair They Bring Is Alive. It Slips Into This Nucleus Of Life Beyond Which The Paths Of Eternity Extend. It Is Truly An Eternal Separation. They Slip Their Knives Into This Center Where I Feel Myself A Man, They Sever Those Vital Ties Which Bind Me To The Dream Of My Lucid Reality.

This Is Why True Beauty Never Strikes Us Directly. The Setting Sun Is Beautiful Because Of All It Makes Us Lose.