Category Poetry

Lettre du Voyant

I say it is necessary to be a voyant, make oneself a voyant. The Poet makes himself a voyant by a long, immense and rational derangement of all the senses. All the forms of love, suffering, and madness. He searches himself. He exhausts all poisons in himself and keeps only their quintessences. He is responsible for humanity, for animals even. He will have to make his inventions smelt, touched, and heard. A language must be found. Moreover, every word [utterance] being an idea, the time of a Universal Language will come!

Arthur Rimbaud


Toward New Seas

That way is my will; I trust
In my mind and in my grip.
Without plan, into the vast
Open sea I head my ship.

All is shining, new and newer,
upon space and time sleeps noon;
Only your eye—monstrously,
Stares at me, infinity!

Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science, Songs of Prince Vogelfrei