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... I'm going to be published by the NRF !
It was a miracle for me
But I knew very well he didn't give a *** about awakening
But the awakening should not be opposed to life. Life in its most trivial side.
There is a direct continuity between life, between awakening itself, and the man
opening France Soir (French newspaper) and having fun reading seedy articles.
It's adorable, the awakening loves life's mediocrity, small things.
The only thing it hates are the monumental things
....
... of the immense mystery of having a mind
then how to show them the axis of the mystery, the incredible fact
of a subject without eyes, seeing, without light, an object without appearances which is
no other thing that this subject seeing....
In fact the best of my interlocutors
I met him a long time ago, it was the wall above my fireplace
During thirty years I have talked with the wall above my fireplace
And it never annoyed me, it listened very well.
After that I obviously didn't met people who are up to
the wall above my fireplace
But we say that to get in shape
So ... I improvise, ok? - Yes, yes
I'm going to ask a question What is the enemy?
What is the enemy of pure poetry? What is the enemy of pure intelligence?
What is the enemy of the supreme good, this pure consciousness?
This enemy has a name that is well known, stupidity, it's human stupidity.
We can ask the question: What is human stupidity ?
Facilities of thinking Facilities of expression.
These are clichés, commonplaces, stereotypes.
And even these abjections would come from the earliest times, these old moons
the first of our duties is to chuck them out in garbage.
So no clichés, no commonplaces. Revolt.
I belong to a family whose only virtue I just like them
is being a family of artists I am the 6th or the 16th generation
and I grew up in the love of keenness, of rigor, in passion of fire
and in contempt for the ease of thinking,
in contempt of the intellectual fashions of any kind,
in contempt of cliché
and what bristles me, it's to see quite honorable authors
put in their books lots of pious generalities. I am appalled by this.
and I know immediately that in reality they are false awakens. Because an awaken never...
An awaken may stutter, in fact he will never do another thing from the birth... moment of awakening
until his death to stutter. He has no right to waffle,
he has no right to lean, as do many eastern wises,
on tradition and ignoble stereotypes that tradition carries.
any tradition should be thrown in the trash, any tradition with a big T.
In fact this thing I try to talk about since fifty years
without deluding about my chances of success
This thing is beyond any truth
It melts any truth as important it is,
as it would be the ultimate philosophical relevance,
it melts all the truths like wax under the sun. It has that power. And when the truth finally dies,
accept to die, to melt down, to confess its nothingness,
the true reality appears roughly, the evidence appears and be accepted.
And so what it's quite extraordinary ...
We all know that life is a difficult thing and most of us
once passed the turning point of childhood, become undeads
the mediocrity falls down on them. And even if they confess it
unfortunately this confession is mediocre and doesn't tear them away from their quagmire
And it's a very paradoxical situation because, in reality each human being
is the possessor of a soul, he's a soul, he's his spiritual essence.
And his spiritual essence... is woven of what matter ?
It is woven with a value which all the wonders of childhood
appear as nothing.
This means that these mediocre people, pitiful
whether or not aware of their inner poverty,
these people believe they rub a chasm that is nothingness.
Yet, from a second to another one,
The most mediocre man which considers himself the most mediocre
who believes the bottom of the mediocrity is reached and who despises himself
this man can, in a split second, meets himself, becomes what he is
And even the most fabulous poems
or the most fabulous pages of Rimbaud,Miller, Proust, are nothing compared to what he is
Exhausted gold miners we still continue painfully
to look for gold everywhere and we are sitting on the single barrel of gold of all the universe
And I would add one last thing: I could never despise a human being
regardless of the state in which he is because I know he carries a soul
And this soul condenses all values and wonders
we will never encounter in life
I have for my neighbor, although I never use the word love
which is an overused word, like almost all the essential words,
as almost all keywords,
but I'll tell you a confidence
I love my neighbor passionately.
passionately.