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Psychonervous Last activity 06.05.2024

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Italy , Genoa

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I destroy the drawers of the brain and of social organization; I spread demoralization wherever I go and cast ... View all

I destroy the drawers of the brain and of social organization; I spread demoralization wherever I go and cast my hand from heaven to hell, my eyes from hell to heaven. One dies as a hero, or as an idiot, which is the same thing. The only word which is not ephemeral is the word death. You probably enjoy life. But you’ve got some bad habits. You’re too fond of what you’ve been taught to be fond of. Cemeteries, melancholy, the tragic lover, Venetian gondolas. You shout at the moon. If you weren’t so cowardly, sinking under the weight of all those lofty thoughts and nonexistent abstractions you’ve been forced into, all that nonsense dressed up as dogma, you’d stand up straight and play the massacre game, just like we do. But you’re too scared of no longer believing. You don’t understand that one can be attached to nothing and be happy. We see everything, we love nothing. We are indifferent. We’re dead but we’re not rotting because we never have the same heart in our breast, nor the same brain in our head. And we suck in everything around us; we do NOTHING. I am against systems; the most acceptable system is on principle to have none. You are all complete idiots, made with the alcohol of purified sleep. You are like your hopes: nothing. Like your paradise: nothing. Like your idols: nothing. Like your political men: nothing. Like your heroes: nothing. Like your artists: nothing. Like your religions: nothing. No more painters, no more writers, no more musicians, no more sculptors, no more religions, no more republicans, no more royalists, no more imperialists, no more anarchists, no more socialists, no more Bolsheviks, no more politicians, no more proletarians, no more democrats, no more bourgeois, no more aristocrats, no more armies, no more police, no more fatherlands, enough of all these imbecilities, no more anything, no more anything, nothing, NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING. Farewell to absurd choices, the dreams of dark abyss, to rivalries, the prolonged patience. Farewell to the flight of the seasons, the artificial order of ideas, to the ramp of danger, to time for everything! May you only take the trouble to practise poetry.