December 31, 1959 Midnight. I should spend my life alone, and think without lapsing into Time.
Monthly Archives: December 1959
1959-12-25
For one skeptic to be born, a thousand believers must proliferate. the order December 25, 1959 I received a greeting card from a Spanish poet, depicting a rat, symbol, he wrote me, of all that we can “hope” for in the year 1960. Suffered from a cold six months a year! I should write a …
1959-12-20
December 20This afternoon, wanting to write on fame, and not finding anything to say, I went to bed. Often my grand enterprises have led me to bed, a lamentable end to my ambitions. Mind quick and yet irresolute. My pathological taste for Tacitus, the need I have to feed on horrors. Then, the eloquence and …
1959-12-19
December 19, 1959I understand mystics, for indeed like them, I am consumed by concupiscence, while detesting the flesh. One can die of the torments of sensuality, “temptations”.
1959-12-16
December 16, 1959French moralists, it is Manichaeism by anecdoteor: anecdotal Manichaeismor: at the “socialite” level. Divinity of Prose. The farther I go, the less verse touches me. Melodie dried up, soul obstructed. One always has someone above one; even beyond God looms Nothingness. What is that Visigoth king who, in the sixth century, wrote a …
1959-12-12
December 12, 1959 There are some nights, I had a dream that I cannot forget: a theory of serpents passed before me, marched rather, and each one, as its turn came, reared up to look at me with blazing eyes that dilated: one might say they were two suns in miniature. What distorts everything is …