“You’ve always been a storm
Your lightning mouth
Electrifies my heart”
Source: Confetti Confessions: Thoughtful micro poetry on matters of the heart, life, and nature
“Asks, he does…
But Oh!
A question so small…”
Source: The Ninth Pawn of White - A Book of Unwritten Verses
“Trust not the promises of haste.
They curl up as little lies...”
Source: The Ninth Pawn of White - A Book of Unwritten Verses
“The pain of seven continents
weighs on his carefree soul
as God ponders his next move.”
Source: The Ninth Pawn of White - A Book of Unwritten Verses
“This lunch, however, was going nowhere. Li Yong sat across the table running his mouth like a nervous sewing machine, never missing an opportunity for self-congratulations.”
“He was a young man of savage & unexpected originality, a diseased genius & quite frankly, a mad genius. Imbeciles grow insane & in their insanity the imbecility remains stagnant or agitated; in the madness of a man of genius some genius often remains: the form & not the quality of intelligence has been affected; the fruit has been bruised in the fall, but has preserved all its perfume & all the savor of its pulp, hardly too ripe.”
Source: The Book of Masks
“However, throughout the centuries, man has considered himself beautiful. For my part, I rather suppose that man only believes in his own beauty out of pride; that he is not really beautiful and he suspects this himself; for why does he look on the face of his fellow-man with such scorn?”
Source: Maldoror and Poems
“The swimmer and the shark whose life he has saved find themselves face to face. They look into each other’s eyes for several minutes, and each is amazed to find such fierceness in the gaze of the other. They swim in a circle, not losing sight of each other, and they both say to themselves: ‘I was wrong until now; here is one more wicked than I.”
Source: Maldoror and the Complete Works
“The lion never fears to walk alone.”
“Il y en a qui écrivent pour rechercher les applaudissements humains, au moyen de nobles qualités du coeur que l’imagination invente ou qu’ils peuvent avoir. Moi, je fais servir mon génie à peindre les délices de la cruauté ! Délices non passagères, artificielles ; mais, qui ont commencé avec l’homme, finiront avec lui. Le génie ne peut-il pas s’allier avec la cruauté dans les résolutions secrètes de la Providence ? ou, parce qu’on est cruel, ne peut-on pas avoir du génie ? On en verra la preuve dans mes paroles ; il ne tient qu’à vous de m’écouter, si vous le voulez bien... Pardon, il me semblait que mes cheveux s’étaient dressés sur ma tête ; mais, ce n’est rien, car, avec ma main, je suis parvenu facilement à les remettre dans leur première position. Celui qui chante ne prétend pas que ses cavatines soient une chose inconnue ; au contraire, il se loue de ce que les pensées hautaines et méchantes de son héros soient dans tous les hommes.”
Source: Les Chants de Maldoror