Words that come from the heart are always simple. — Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding. ( 1943) Advertisements
And then It’s just too beautiful. Don’t say a word. –A boulevard without traffic or trade, Every drama muted, every comedy stilled, An infinite collection of scenes. I know you, and stare at you in silence. —Arthur Rimbaud, Rimbaud Complete, Volume 1. (Modern Library; Reprint edition, January 14, 2003)
My heart talks about nothing but you. —Albert Camus, Les Justes. (Folio, November 8th 1999. Originally published January 1949.
Mist and Rain O Autumns, Winters, Springs! Seasons of mire! Soul-drowsing times! I love you. Take my praise For shrouding thus my heart and brain entire In a vague tomb and winding-sheet of haze. Through the long nights when the south-wester swings The rusty vanes that shriek upon the towers, My soul can fully stretch… Continue reading Charles Baudelaire
I’m degrading myself as much as possible now. Why? I want to be a poet, and I’m working to turn myself into a seer; you don’t understand it at all and I don’t know how to explain it. It’s all a matter of arriving at the unknown via the derangement of all the senses …… Continue reading Arthur Rimbaud
… in such darkness I can only write, keep on going forward, till the end. I am now in the dark part of truth. — Hélène Cixous, from “Respiration de la hache (Hiss of the axe),” trans. Keith Cohen, Stigmata: Escaping Texts (Routledge, 2005)
My heart has been stabbed by grace. — Arthur Rimbaud, A Season In Hell. (Bulfinch; Reprint edition February 1, 1998) Originally published 1873.