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A second class of poetry by Isidore Ducasse

In his "Songs of Maldoror" one of the best treatments on the evil inherent in man (and thus God), the beloved Isidore perhaps too often gets lost (and complicated life, with great courage literary) in explanations too difficult, but one of many I have found that the closest
to explain the inexplicable, which is the poem:
"[...] It 's so that, as the inclination of our spirit to take farce to a wretched pun, often is nothing in the author's thought that an important truth, proclaimed with majesty. "
Well, perhaps it would be useful to read everything that came before and that leads to the aforementioned sentence, so who can be moved by curiosity (The I bless him) does so without waiting for anyone or anything.
Ducasse is a seer, visionary ideal of the poet Rimbaud: disrupting the senses to make them their own. How do you declare the mind "our" if we do not know in the beautiful and the ugly and all?
believe it is impossible to predict the future? It 's simple, the mechanisms humans never repeated in cycles, but under the circumstances. So now you do a little 'you.

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Ducasse Still, dealing with the human animal, certainly worse than the human animal, of course! Here's what he says
in two lines that do not require further comment: "[...] The Seine
drag a human body .[...] The corpse, bloated, it is claimed the Water [...] The master of a vessel [...] links it to its passage, and return it to the ground .[...] The dense crowd gathers around the body .[...] Everyone says: "I would not be drowned for sure. He pities the young man, who killed himself, you can admire but not imitate it. Yet he found it extremely natural kill himself, judging that nothing on earth was able to satisfy him, and aiming higher .[...]... night falls. Everyone goes away quietly. No one dares to overthrow the drowned to make him vomit the water that fills the body. They are afraid of passing sensitive , and no one has moved, all dug into his shirt collar . "
but this is nothing, every page will show the humanity in all clothes, the more miserable the other, but perhaps most of all: that the Creator