Eroticism Cannot Be Entirely Revealed Without Poetry.

By Inner Experience I Understand That Which One Usually Calls Mystical Experience: The States Of Ecstasy, Of Rapture, At Least Of Meditated Emotion. But I Am Thinking Less Of Confessional Experience, To Which One Has Had To Adhere Up To Now, That Of An Experience Laid Bare, Free Of Ties, Even Of An Origin, Of Any Confession Whatever. This Is Why I Don't Like The Word Mystical.

When My Face Is Flushed With Blood, It Becomes Red And Obscene. It Betrays At The Same Time, Through Morbid Reflexes, A Bloody Erection And A Demanding Thirst For Indecency And Criminal Debauchery.

How Cruel My Suffering Is,—no One Is More Talkative Than I Am!

Thought Does Not Ennoble Us And Neither Does It Differentiate Humans From Other Animals.

The Emotional Element Which Gives An Obsessive Value To Communal Existence Is Death.