More Names to Wail about.
Then it hit me: that names are filing systems for the personality that needs the ego without which no credit could be applied to that entity, in eternity, and there is So much credit to give. Nerval , the subtle early symbolist/romantic, whose urbanity was soothing, while Beuadelaire hit you over the head with bricks of brac as golden sunsets lit the fading azure sky during feeble wailings. His pending death is compelling me to act with all the shit, piss, and blood in my mouth and ears from acting in the face of aggression of despair, and ennui. The same aggression Lorca wrote about, from the Roman occupation of Barcelona , through the moors and the Guardia , and Rimbaud escapes himself like Houdini out of New Jersey , rootlessly searching for Verlaine , whom he lovedespised in enmeshed chicken-wire clutching to his azure soul, dying impeccably scorned while Corbiere swears and farts inside ships at sea, where children die. Appolinair...