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+ The poet makes himself a seer by a long, prodigious,
and rational disordering of all the senses. Every
form of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches
himself, he consumes all the poisons in him, and
keeps only their quintessences.
+ I
accustomed myself to simple hallucination; I saw
quite deliberately a mosque instead of a factory,
a drummer's school conducted by angels, carriages
on the highways of the sky, a salon at the bottom
of a lake; monsters, mysteries, a vaudeville poster
raising horrors before my eyes.
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