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We refuse

To admit


The interchangable character

Of ideas and blood


Degenerate dreamers

Who happen to be entertained

By massacres

The emetic spectacle

Of man


They leave you

To your apathy

To your despair

Or to your uselessness


No human being

Is more dangerous


Than he who has suffered

For a belief


The compulsion to preach

False formulas for happiness


When finally confronted

With the true face of the universe


The irrelevance of our presence

Would crush our spirit


Every pain is capable

Of replacing the world


Like a worm crawling

Upon the cosmic carrion


The world has infested

My sacred solitude


To be fooled

To live and die duped

Our eyes look up

And they see nothing


The mind is threatened

At every turn

By the things it rejects

Modulating the monotony

Of my misery


Life is everything

A state of non-suicide

Only impurity

Is a sign of reality


Disease is an activity

The most intense

A human being

Can ever indulge in


Compromising and diminishing

The prestige of death

Reveals the insanity of life

Reality is a creation

Of our excesses

Of our disproportions

And our derangements

The misery of our glands


The great sufferers

Are never bored

Disease fills them

The way remorse


Feeds the great criminals


Carrion


Sloth


Is anything viler

Than to say yes to the world

The things and words

That lie before us

Like verbal carrion

Thus suffering emanates

From our viscera

And joins the cosmic void


You see me plunged

Into an impenetrable world

In a mass of desires

And unsustainable convictions


Superimposed on reality

Like a morbid structure

The germs of disappointment

I carry within


To survive the comprehension

Of universal grief

We exist only insofar

As we suffer


Under the goad of pain

The flesh awakens

In lucid substance

It sings its dissolution


It is too late to release humanity

From the illusion of action

It is too late to be raised

To the sanctity of sloth

Life's brutal ambiguity

Requires the triumph

Of the impulse

Not that of the wit


Each being feeds

On the agony of some other

Our mysteries and our griefs

Have leaked away into our dreams


Who is ever bold enough

To do nothing because every action

Is senseless

In the face of infinity


In the evidence of our unreality

You engulf yourself

In intoxications

To unlearn to look at things


You feel the importance

Of your progress toward negation

You feel you are less

In a system of mistakes


Every faith practices

Some form of terror

Struggling with the unknown

The universal yawn


It takes a thousand ordeals

To achieve detachment

Cruelty and intolerance

These are the signs of life


Respect for the elegant falsehoods

Forged by the ages

We are spectators

Of the human convulsion


It proposes a terrible reality

To one's consciousness

Which it cannot elude

It is the context of our ordeals


The science of tears

The scourges of the heart

-

Versed in all idioms


This world can take

Everything from us

It is no more than

A mediocre slaughterhouse

We are animals

With retarded desires

That promise everything

And accomplish nothing


I have realised the non-meaning

Of all action and effort

The mind discovers sloth

The liberation from sweat


Humanity will blush

When it sees things as they are

It will conceive

A lucid scorn of things


To survey

All objects

And possess

None


It is from all the moments

Fed on the inaccessible

And fed on disease

That his power comes to him


This is life without objective

Without fears, without laughter

Without material prosperity

The mind's erosion of existence


Try to be free

And you will die of hunger

In search of rare sensations

The face of decadence

A slave to one's thoughts

Disease is struggle


Woe to the conqueror

Without a word to say

-

In the end

Nature rejects

Our verbal embrace


In a selfish dream state

No longer an object

Outside onseself

No reason for hate or love

A fall into the languid mud

Circling the damned

Without a hell

Reiterations of a zeal

To perish in vain


This obsession

With the last frontier

This progress in the void

A dangerous form of sterility

It is panic before an object

Which is no longer an object

For its limits

Have been transcended


Can this fever triumph

Over our fears


Repulsion for all

That is a seed


For all that grows

In the warmth of illusion


I profaned the things

That are born and die under the sun


Recapitulating the inanity

Of our history

One finds no dignity

A literature of failure

An aesthete of bloodshed


I rest in the shadows

Of your nullity

The depth of your sighs

Conceals a grimace

I dissolve by day

And solidify at night


Biologically obliged

To the false

Instincts eroded

By conversation


-

To have the strength

And the authority

-

To question the conditions

Of one's existence


To exploit

One's disequilibrium

With violence

And with skill


-

To detest action

-

The mother of all vices


Weary of words

To enthrone doubt

Attachments dissolve

Under the searching eye


Strangers to yourselves

In an anonymous hell


Where we dance and jeer

As we destroy ourselves


I have no word on hand

To designate my abyss


The approach of disgust

The physiological sensation


That separates us from the world

Shows how destructible is


The solidity of our instincts

The consistency of our attachments


Flashes of incurable fear

And doubts intersected by sighs


The species appalls him

He has nothing more to transmit

The merest desire

Conceals a source of insanity


To feel the weight of the race

To assume all its solitude

Foul odours of a universe

That is unworthy

Of the mind's perfume


Bitterness in understandiing

In your mode of action

Is the one fixed point

In your oscillation

Between disgust and self-pity

You demand access

To the highest privilege

That of destroying yourself


With awe and jealousy

-

My thoughts

-

Are turned towards

-

The desert fathers

-


Like a frenzied sage

I am dead to to the world

And frantic against it

I invalidate my illusions


Disdain for the routine

Of being

Rushing towards the abyss

That threatens it


Racing towards

The final model of man

Mute and naked

Utterly diminished

In the succession of days

In the inertia of misery

A thinker requires

Dissociation from the world


Having reached the guilded peaks

Of his disgusts

At the antipodes of creation

With a halo of nothingness

The ideally unhappy being

Liberated from all customs

You deploy your talent

As a tyrant

Glorious or absurd

So the victim may one day

Become

The executioner


In vain you search for your model

Among all human beings

-

Impatient to degrade myself

To identify with the gutter

(scream)

-


It is in order to beget

New unrealities


To escape a universe

Too demonstrably the same

The essence of the world

Is the pleasure of disappointment


Life is tolerable

Only by the degree

Of mystification

We endow it with


The man who scorns everything

Bows to conventions only

To repudiate them

On the sly


You have left the order of the world

You look at it and recognise nothing

You are free


There is no progression

In the notion

Of universal vanity

Nor a conclusion

In the end you realise

That your life is still lived out

In the elements out of which

The world is constituted


In the distractions

Of your delirium

You no longer meet

Your afflictions


Having lived out and verified

All the arguments

Against life

I have experienced its nakedness

Each human generation

Raises beautiful monuments

To the executioners

Of the one which preceded it


It seems that humanity

Offers itself

Up to its conquerors

It seeks to be trampled

Under foot


The world's futile disasters

Act as a confirmation

Of an innate disenchantment

The evolution

Of a civilisation

From agriculture to paradox


You feel the importance

Of your progress

Toward negation

You feel you are less


You no longer have the right

To expect on earth a fate

Modified by hope

The malfunctions of your organs

Determine the fruitfulness

Of your mind

And life inspires

More dread than death


The beneficiary of your worship

The profiteer of your abandons

It is the verbal carrion

The cosmic void 

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