Talkative humanity,intoxicated on its genius,mad now in crazed agony,in love with the crushing whip,Forward !Joyous heart embarked on darkness,where our brain is bottom in finiteness kissing bitter,singular hell of an orgy promised by invention,teeth and nails and the fatal ladder,learned jugglers caressed by serpent,boring spectacle of monotonous world,burning our own image again and againto kill death with swarming pleasureor attract one another as mirrorsto admire our remainders,bottomless gulf,plunged to trembling within open poseand spilled forth swiftin sad dying langour,the brutal mantlefallright on our heads.sickly condensed from Flowers of Evil,mostly the Voyage ;via Wallace Fowlie'stranslation.
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Talkative humanity,
intoxicated on its genius,
mad now in crazed agony,
in love with the crushing whip,
Forward !
Joyous heart embarked on darkness,
where our brain is bottom
in finiteness kissing bitter,
singular hell of an orgy promised by invention,
teeth and nails and the fatal ladder,
learned jugglers caressed by serpent,
boring spectacle of monotonous world,
burning our own image again and again
to kill death with swarming pleasure
or attract one another as mirrors
to admire our remainders,
bottomless gulf,
plunged to trembling within open pose
and spilled forth swift
in sad dying langour,
the brutal mantle
fall
right on our heads.
sickly condensed from Flowers of Evil,
mostly the Voyage ;
via Wallace Fowlie's
translation
.
r(h)eads
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