Les Chants de Maldoror

Farewell until eternity, where you and I shall not find ourselves together.

After some hours, the dogs, exhausted by running round, almost dead, their tongues hanging out, set upon one another and, not knowing what they are doing, tear one another into thousands of pieces with incredible rapidity. Yet they do not do this out of cruelty. One day, a glazed look in her eyes, my mother said to me: ‘When you are in bed and you hear the barking of the dogs in the countryside, hide beneath your blanket, but do not deride what they do: they have an insatiable thirst for the infinite, as you, and I, and all other pale, long-faced human beings do.’ Since that time, I have respected the dead woman’s wish. Like those dogs I feel the need for the infinite. I cannot, cannot satisfy this need. I am the son of a man and a woman, from what I have been told. This astonishes me…I believed I was something more.

I will leave no memoirs.

The perturbations, anxieties, depravations, deaths, exceptions in the physical or moral order, spirit of negation, brutishness, hallucinations fostered by the will, torments, destruction, confusion, tears, insatiabilities, servitudes, delving imaginations, novels, the unexpected, the forbidden, the chemical singularities of the mysterious vulture which lies in wait for the carrion of some dead illusion, precocious & abortive experiences, the darkness of the mailed bug, the terrible monomania of pride, the inoculation of deep stupor, funeral orations, desires, betrayals, tyrannies, impieties, irritations, acrimonies, aggressive insults, madness, temper, reasoned terrors, strange inquietudes which the reader would prefer not to experience , cants, nervous disorders, bleeding ordeals that drive logic at bay, exaggerations, the absence of sincerity, bores, platitudes, the somber, the lugubrious, childbirths worse than murders, passions, romancers at the Courts of Assize, tragedies,-odes, melodramas, extremes forever presented, reason hissed at with impunity, odor of hens steeped in water, nausea, frogs, devilfish, sharks, simoon of the deserts, that which is somnambulistic, squint-eyed, nocturnal, somniferous, noctambulistic, viscous, equivocal, consumptive, spasmodic, aphrodisiac, anemic, one-eyed, hermaphroditic, bastard, albino, pederast, phenomena of the aquarium, & the bearded woman, hours surfeited with gloomy discouragement, fantasies, acrimonies, monsters, demoralizing syllogisms, ordure, that which does not think like a child, desolation, the intellectual manchineel trees, perfumed cankers, stalks of the camellias, the guilt of a writer rolling down the slope of nothingness & scorning himself with joyous cries, that grind one in their imperceptible gearing, the serious spittles on inviolate maxims, vermin & their insinuating titillations, stupid prefaces like those of Cromwell, Mademoiselle de Maupin & Dumas fils, decaying, helplessness, blasphemies, suffocation, stifling, mania,--before these unclean charnel houses, which I blush to name, it is at last time to react against whatever disgusts us & bows us down.

She wanders on like a poplar leaf borne upon a whirlwind of unconscious associations, she, her youth, her illusions and her former happiness remembered now through the mists of a ruined mind.

Throughout my life, I have seen narrow-shouldered men, without a single exception, committing innumerable stupid acts, brutalizing their fellows and perverting their souls by every means. They call the motive for their actions glory. On seeing these spectacles, I wanted to laugh with the others, but such a strange imitation was impossible, so I took a sharp-edged penknife and slit my flesh in the two places my lips joined.

Je cherchais une âme qui et me ressemblât, et je ne pouvais pas la trouver. Je fouillais tous les recoins de la terre; ma persévérance était inutile. Cependant, je ne pouvais pas rester seul. Il fallait quelqu’un qui approuvât mon caractère; il fallait quelqu’un qui eût les mêmes idées que moi. C’était le matin; le soleil se leva à l’horizon, dans toute sa magnificence, et voilà qu’à mes yeux se lève aussi un jeune homme, dont la présence engendrait les fleurs sur son passage. Il s’approcha de moi, et, me tendant la main: "Je suis venu vers toi, toi, qui me cherches. Bénissons ce jour heureux." Mais, moi: "Va-t’en; je ne t’ai pas appelé: je n’ai pas besoin de ton amitié." C’était le soir; la nuit commençait à étendre la noirceur de son voile sur la nature. Une belle femme, que je ne faisais que distinguer, étendait aussi sur moi son influence enchanteresse, et me regardait avec compassion; cependant, elle n’osait me parler. Je dis: "Approche-toi de moi, afin que je distingue nettement les traits de ton visage; car, la lumière des étoiles n’est pas assez forte, pour les éclairer à cette distance." Alors, avec une démarche modeste, et les yeux baissés, elle foula l’herbe du gazon, en se dirigeant de mon côté. Dès que je la vis: "Je vois que la bonté et la justice ont fait résidence dans ton coeur: nous ne pourrions pas vivre ensemble. Maintenant, tu admires ma beauté, qui a bouleversé plus d’une; mais, tôt ou tard, tu te repentirais de m’avoir consacré ton amour; car, tu ne connais pas mon âme. Non que je te sois jamais infidèle: celle qui se livre à moi avec tant d’abandon et de confiance, avec autant de confiance et d’abandon, je me livre à elle; mais, mets-le dans ta tête, pour ne jamais l’oublier: les loups et les agneaux ne se regardent pas avec des yeux doux." Que me fallait-il donc, à moi, qui rejetais, avec tant de dégoût, ce qu’il y avait de plus beau dans l’humanité!

One may be just, if one is not human.

O Ocean, you remind me somewhat of the bluish marks one sees on the battered backs of cabin boys.

O, if only, instead of being a hell, the universe had been an immense celestial anus!

At last it had come, the day when I should become a hog! I tried out my teeth on the bark of trees; I contemplated my snout with delight. There was not remaining the least morsel of divinity. I was capable of raising my soul up to the excessive elevation of that ineffable sensuality.

It would be much better for you to give up thinking of God and to create your own justice, since it is refused you.

My poetry will consist only in the attack by all means in my power upon Man, that wild beast, and the Creator, who should never have created such vermin. Volumes shall pile upon volumes until the end of my life, but only that one idea will be found therein . . . that one thought ever present in my consciousness!

I am son of man and woman, so they tell me. That astounds me . . . I thought myself more!

There are some who write for human praise, by means of the noble qualities of the heart that their imagination invents, or that they may have. Me, I use my genius to portray the delights of cruelty! Not momentary, artificial delights; but ones that started with man, and will finish with him. Cannot genius ally itself with cruelty in the secret resolutions of Providence? Or, because one is cruel, can't one have genius? The proof is in my words; all you have to do is listen to me, if you want to... Excuse me, it seemed that my hair was standing upright on my head.

Plût au ciel que le lecteur, enhardi et devenu momentanément féroce comme ce qu’il lit, trouve, sans se désorienter, son chemin abrupt et sauvage, à travers les marécages désolés de ces pages sombres et pleines de poison ; car, à moins qu'il n’apporte dans sa lecture une logique rigoureuse et une tension d’esprit égale au moins à sa défiance, les émanations mortelles de ce livre imbiberont son âme comme l’eau le sucre. Il n’est pas bon que tout le monde lise les pages qui vont suivre ; quelques-uns seuls savoureront ce fruit amer sans danger. Par conséquent, âme timide, avant de pénétrer plus loin dans de pareilles landes inexplorées, dirige tes talons en arrière et non en avant. Écoute bien ce que je te dis : dirige tes talons en arrière et non en avant.

It is not easy to bring about the death of the entire race of men, and the law is there; but one may, with patience, exterminate the human ants one by one.

I have always felt an infamous weakness for the pale youth of the college student and the sickly children of the factories!

The frontier between your taste and mine is invisible; you will never be able to grasp it, proof that the frontier itself does not exist.