All night I hear the noise of water sobbing. All night I make night in me, I make the day that begins on my account, that sobs because day falls like water through night. All night I hear the voice of someone seeking me out. All night you abandon me slowly like the water that … Continue reading
“I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.” Rimbaud SECOND DELERIUM: THE ALCHEMY OF THE WORD My turn now. The story of one of my insanities. For a long time I boasted that I was master of all possible landscapes– and I thought … Continue reading