And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent, devouring green azures

Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy!

Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.

Here I am on the shore of Brittany. Let the cities light up in the evening. My day is done. I am leaving Europe. The sea air will burn my lungs. Lost climates will tan me. I will swim, trample the grass, hung, and smoke especially. I will drink alcohol as strong as boiling metal--just as my dear ancestors did around their fires.

I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.

I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.