Poetry Is A Religion With No Hope.

If An Addict Who Has Been Completely Cured Starts Smoking Again He No Longer Experiences The Discomfort Of His First Addiction. There Exists, Therefore, Outside Alkaloids And Habit, A Sense For Opium, An Intangible Habit Which Lives On, Despite The Recasting Of The Organism. The Dead Drug Leaves A Ghost Behind. At Certain Hours It Haunts The House.

Keep Braiding One's Wavelengths Back Into Oneself. That Way They Gain All The More External Power And Surround Us With A Huge Affective And Protective Zone. Don't Talk About This. Never Talk About Our Secret Methods. If We Talk About Them, They Stop Working.

Here I Am Trying To Live, Or Rather, I Am Trying To Teach The Death Within Me How To Live.

Poetry Is A Religion With No Hope.

What Is Style? For Many People, A Very Complicated Way Of Saying Very Simple Things. According To Us, A Very Simple Way Of Saying Very Complicated Things.