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 voidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
