House of Incest

I get furious at stairways, furious at doors, at walls, furious at everyday life which interferes with the continuity of ecstasy

She sang and she laughed: I love my brother.

I love my brother. I want crusades and martyrdom. I find the world too small.

I walk ahead of myself in perpetual expectancy of miracles.

Behind windows there are either enemies or worshippers. Never neutrality or passivity. Always intention and premeditation.

Laughter precedes hysteria. I am waiting for the heavy fall and the foam at the mouth

I am the keeper of fragile things and I have kept of you what is indissoluble

it is I who will invent lies for you

All that was swift and malevolent in woman might be ruthlessly destroyed

I cannot be certain of any event or place, only of my solitude.

long and insistent, of the ploughmen, trilling, swearing, trilling and cursing, dropping perspiration on the earth with the seeds.