The Archangelical

The Tomb1

Criminal immensitycracked vase of the immensitylimitless ruin2

flaccid immensity which overcomes meI am spinelessthe universe is guity [coupable]

winged madness my madnesstears open the immensityand the immensity tears at me

I am alonethe blind will read these linesin interminable tunnels

I fall within the imensitywhich falls into itselfit is blacker than my death

the sun is blackthe beauty of a being3 is the depths of caves a cryof definitive night

what loves in the lightis the desire of the nightthe shiver by which it is frozen

I lieand the universe nails itselfto my demented lies

the immensityand mewe denounce the lies of one another

truth dies [muert]and I crythat truth lies [ment]

1 Originally a separate poem, entitled “The Sorrow”2 Limitless devastation (MS1)3 the meauty of an angel... ...the cry(MS1) the beauty of a girl... ...the cry (MS 2) ...the cry (MS3 & TS)

my sugary headthat fever wears outis the suicide of truth

non-love is truthand all lies in the absence of lovenothing4 exists which does not lie

compared to non-lovelove is cowardlyand does not love

love is a parody of non-lovetruth a parody of the liethe universe a gay suicide

within non-lovethe immensity falls into itselfnot knowing what to do

for the others everything is at peace5

the worlds turning majesticallyin their calm monotony

the universe is in me as it is in itselfnothing separates us any moreI run into it within myself

in the infinite calmwhere laws enchainit glides toward the impossible – immensely

horrorof a world turning aroundthe object of desire is more distant

the glory of man ishowever great they may bein the will of an other

I amthe world is with mepushed outside of the possible6

4 ...in the world... (MS1)5 to the others everything seems at peace (MS 1)6 ...out beyond [par-delà] the possible (MS 1)

I am nothing but the laughterof the infantile nightwherein falls the immensity

I am the deadI am the lindthe airless shadow

like rivers in the seathe noise and the light in melose themselves endlessly

I am the fatherand the tombof the heavens

the excess of darknessis the burst of the starthe cold of the grave is a die

death rolls the dieand the depths of the heavens jubilatethe night which falls within me.

II

Time oppresses me I falland slide on my kneesmy hands touch the night

adieu streams of lightnothing remains to me but the shadowthe dregs the blood

I await the strike [coup] of the bellwhen crying outI entered into the shadow

III

A long bare foot upon my moutha long foot against the heartyou are my thirst my fever

foot of whiskeyfoot of winefoot mad to smash

oh my horse whip my sorrowmost high heels smashing meI cry of not dying7

oh thirstunappeasable thirstinescapable desert

sudden gust of death wherein I cryon both knees blindand the eye-sockets empty [vides]

corridor wherein I laugh from an insensate nightcorridor wherein I laugh within the slamming doorswherein I worship an arrow

and I burst out in sobsthe clarion call of death [coup de clarion]bellows in my ears.

7 “pleure de ne pas mourir” - allusion to a section of of Paul Éluard's book Capital of Pain [Capitale de Douleur, entitled “mourier de ne pas mourir” - Dying from not dying.

IV

Beyond [au-delà] my deathone daythe earth turns in the heavens

I am deadand the darknessalternates endlessly with the day

the universe is shut off to mewithin it I remain blindgiven to nothingness

nothingness is only my selfthe universe is only my grave [tombe]the sun is only death

my eyes are blind lightningmy heart is the skywherein the storm bursts

in my selfat the depths of an abysssthe immense universe is death

I am the feverthe desireI am the thirst

the joy which removes your dressand the wine which makes you laughat no longer being dressed

in a bowl of gina festival nightthe stars falling from the sky

I guzzle down lightning in great gulpsI will burst out with laughterthe lightning in my heart.

The Dawn

Spit the bloodit is the dewthe saber by which I will die

from the edge of the wellbehold the starry skyhas the transparency of tears

I find you in the starI find you in deathyou are the frost of my mouthyou have the scent of a dead woman

your breasts gape like a coffinand laugh at me from the beyond [l'au-delà]your two long thighs rave deliriouslyyour belly is bare like a death-rattle

you are as beautiful as fearyou are as nade as a dead woman.

the affliction is unnameablethe heart is a grimace

that which curdles in the milkis the mad laughter of death.

A star is arisenyou are I am the voida start is arisensorrowful like the heart

gleaming like a tearyou whistle it is deaththe star fills the skysorrowful like a tear

I know that you do not lovebut the star that risessharp [coupante] like deathexhausts and twists the heart.

I am accursed voilà my motherthat this night is longmy long night without tears

night greedy for loveoh broken heart of stone [de pierre]hell of my ashy mouth

you are the death of tearscurse youmy accursed heart my sick eyes search for you

you are the void and the ashheadless bird on wings beating the nightthe universe is made of your little hopes

the universe is your sick heart and minebeating at brushing at deathin the cemetery of hope

my sorrow is the joyand the ashes the fire

Tooth of hatred [haine]you are accursed [maudite]whomever is accursed will pay

you will pay your share [part] of hatred [haine]you will bite the horrible sunwhich is accursed bites the sky

with me you will tearyour heart beloved by frightyour being strangled by ennui

you are the friend of the sunthere is no rest for youyour fatigue is my insanity

From dung in the headI burst I hate the heavenswho am I to spit out the skiesit is bitter to be immensemy eyes are fat pigsmy heart is black inkmy sex is a dead sun

fallen stars in a bottomless pitI cry and my tongue flowsit matters little that the immensity is roundand rolls in a guillotine basketI love death I invite itin the slaughterhouse of the Holy Father. [Saint-Père]

Black death you are my breadI eat you in the heartterror is my tenderness [douceur]madness is in my hand.

To knot the hangman's noosewith the teeth of a dead horse.

Softness of waterrage of wind

burst of laughter of the starmorning of beautiful sun

there is nothing that I do not dream [rêve]there is nothing that I do not scream [crie]

in the space of your breasts.

Limpid from head to toefragile like the dawnthe wind has broken the heart

with the endurance of anguishthe black night is a churchwherein they slit the throat of a pig

trembling from head to toefragile like deathagony my big sister

you are colder than the earth.

You will recognize happinesswhen you perceive it dying

your sleep and your absencejoin in the grave. [tombe]

You are the beating of the heartto which I listen beneath my ribsand the suspended breath.

My sobs on your kneesI will shake the night

shadow of wings on a fieldmy lost child's heart.

My laughing sister you are deathfailing heart you are deathwithin my arms you are death

we gave drunk you are deathlike the wind you are deathlike the lightning you are death

death laughs death is joy.

Alone you are my lifeof lost sobsseparating me from deathI see you through tearsand I foresee my death

if I did not love deathsorrowand desire for youwould kill me

your absenceyour distressmakes me nauseoustime for me to love deathits time to bite its hands.

To love is to agonizeto love is to love dyingmonkeys reek as they die

enough I want myself deadI am too flaccid for thatenough I am tired

enough I love you like a nutI laugh at myself the ass of inkbraying to the stars of the sky

naked you were bursting with laughter gigantic beneath the canopyI grovel so as to be no longer

I desire to die of youI want to annihilate myselfin your sick caprices.

The Void

Flames encircled usbeneath our footsteps the abyss openeda silence of milk of frost of bonesenveloped us with a halo.

You are the transfiguredmy destiny has broken your teethyour desire is a hiccupyour nails have found the void

you speak like laughterthe winds stand your hair on endanguish wringing the heartprecipitates your mockery.

Your hands behind y headseize hold only of deathyour laughing kisses open onlyonto my infernal poverty

beneath the sordid canopywhere bats hangyour marvelous nudityis nothing else than a tearless lie

my cry calls to you in the desertwhere you will not comemy cry calls to you in the desertwhere your dreams will come true.

Your moth sealed to mineand your tongue in my teethimmense death will welcome youimmense night will fall.

Then I will have made a voidin your abandoned headyour absence will be nakedlike a stockingless leg

While awaiting the disasterwhere the light is dying outI will be soft in your heartlike the cold of death