Come From Forever, And You Will Go

I Went Out Under The Sky, Muse! And I Was Your Vassal.

I'm Now Making Myself As Scummy As I Can. Why? I Want To Be A Poet, And I'm Working At Turning Myself Into A Seer. You Won't Understand Any Of This, And I'm Almost Incapable Of Explaining It To You. The Idea Is To Reach The Unknown By The Derangement Of All The Senses. It Involves Enormous Suffering, But One Must Be Strong And Be A Born Poet. It's Really Not My Fault.

The Poet Makes Himself A Seer Through A Long, Vast And Painstaking Derangement Of All The Senses

A Man Who Wants To Mutilate Himself Is Certainly Damned, Isn't He?

I Wrote Silences; Nights; I Recorded The Unnameable.