Sums aside, the inevitable descent from
heaven and the visit of memories and the assembly of rhythms
occupy the dwelling, the head and the world of the spirit.
A horse takes off on the suburban turf, and along farmlands
and afforestations, riddled with carbonic plague. A miserable
woman of drama, somewhere in the world, sighs after improbable
abandons. Desperados languish after storm, drunkenness and
wounds. Small children stifle maledictions along the rivers.
Let us resume study in the noise of the consuming work gathering
and rising in the masses.
Man of ordinary constitution, was
not the flesh a fruit hanging in the orchard, o infant days! the
body a treasure to lavish; o to love, peril or might of Psyche?
The earth had slopes fertile in princes and artists, and lineage
and race drove you to crimes and mourning: the world, your
fortune and your peril. But at present, that labor fulfilled,
you, your sumsyou, your impatienceare nothing more
than your dance and your voice, not fixed and unforced, although
for a double event of invention and success a reasonin
fraternal and discreet humanity through the universe without
imagesmight and right reflect dance and voice at present
Instructive voices exiled... physical
ingenuousness bitterly sobered... adagioah! the infinite
egoism of adolescence, studious optimism: how the world was full
of flowers that summer! Airs and forms dying... a choir, to calm
impotence and absence! A choir of glasses, of nocturnal
melodies... indeed, the nerves go quick to hunt.
You are still at the temptation of
Anthony. The frolic of curtailed zeal, the tics of puerile youth,
subsidence and fright.
But you will sit down to this labor: all harmonic and
architectural possibilities will stir around your chair. Beings
perfect, unforeseen, will volunteer for your experiments. In your
environs will flow dreamily the curiosity of ancient crowds and
lazy luxuries. Your memory and your senses will be only the
nourishment of your creative impulse. As for the world, when you
leave, what will it have become? In any case, nothing of present
For sale, what Jews have not sold, what nobility and crime have
not tasted, what is unknown to the accursed love and the fatal
probity of the masses; what time nor science need recognize:
The Voices reconstituted; the fraternal awakening of all choral
and orchestral energies and their instantaneous application; the
occasion, unique, of releasing our senses!
For sale priceless Bodies, out of any race, any world, any sex,
any descent! Riches leaping at every step! Uncontrolled sale of
For sale anarchy to the masses; irrepressible satisfaction for
superior amateurs; atrocious death for the faithful and lovers!
For sale habitations and migrations, sports, fairylike visions
and perfect comforts, and the noise, the movement and the future
For sale the applications of calculus and the unheard-of leaps of
harmony. Discoveries and terms unsuspectedimmediate
Insensate and infinite élan toward invisible splendors,
insensible delightsand its fearsome secrets for each
viceand its frightful gaiety for the crowd.
For sale bodies, voices, immense unquestionable opulence, what
shall never be sold. The sellers are not at the end of the sale!
Travelers need not render their commissions so early.
He is affection and the present since he has made the house open
to scummy winter and to the rumor of summerhe who has
purified drinks and foodshe who is the charm of elusive
places and the superhuman delight of stationshe is
affection and the future, strength and love that we, upright in
rages and ennuis, see pass in the sky of tempest and the flags of
He is love, measure perfect and reinvented, reason marvelous and
unforeseen, and eternity: loved machine of fatal qualities. We
have all had the great fear of his concession and of ours: o
pleasure of our health, élan of our faculties, egoistic
affection and passion for himhe who loves us for his
And we recollect him and he travels... And if the Adoration
leaves, knells, his promise knells: "Get thee behind me
these superstitions, these ancient bodies, these ménages and
these ages. It is this epoch that has foundered!"
He will not leave, he will not redescend from heaven, he will not
accomplish the redemption of women's furies and men's gaieties
and all this sin: for it is done, he being, and being loved.
O his breathing, his heads, his racing, the terrible celerity of
the perfection of forms and of action.
O fecundity of the mind and immensity of the universe!
His body! the release dreamed of, the breaking up of the crossed
grace of new violence! his sight, his sight! all the ancient
kneeling and penalties relieved in his train.
His day! the abolition of all sonorous and motile suffering in
music more intense.
His treading! migrations more enormous than the ancient
O he and us! pride more benevolent than lost charities.
O world! and the clear song of new ills!
He has known all of us and loved all of us: let us know how, this
winter night, from cape to cape, from tumultuous pole to castle,
from crowd to beach, from expressions to expressions, strength
and sentiment low, to hail him and see him, and send him back,
and, below the tides and atop deserts of snow, follow his
sightshis breathinghis bodyhis day.