5. My Dance

 

Plato accords no fellowship to the poet
Wandering Jew
Metaphysical Don Juan

Friends relations
You’ve no more customs and no habits yet
One must escape the tyranny of magazines

Literature
Poor life
Misplaced pride

Masque

Woman, the dance that Nietzsche wanted to teach us to dance
Woman
But irony?

Continual come-and-go
Special vagrancy
Every man, every land
It’s thus that you’re no more a burden

You no longer make yourself felt…

 

I’m a gentleman who in fabulous express trains crosses the     

     always same Europes and looks discouraged out the door

The landscape doesn’t interest me anymore

But the landscape’s dance
The landscape’s dance
Landscape-dance
Ladidadidada
I turn-all

 

February 1914.