There Is No Original Truth, Only Original

Of Course, A Psychologist Would Find It More Direct To Study The Inspired Poet. He Would Make Concrete Studies Of Inspiration In Individual Geniuses. But For All That, Would He Experience The Phenomena Of Inspiration? His Human Documentation Gathered From Inspired Poets Could Hardly Be Related, Except From The Exterior, In An Ideal Of Objective Observations. Comparison Of Inspired Poets Would Soon Make Us Lose Sight Of Inspiration.

Written Language Must Be Considered As A Particular Psychic Reality. The Book Is Permanent; It Is An Object In Your Field Of Vision. It Speaks To You With A Monotonous Authority Which Even Its Author Would Not Have. You Are Fairly Obliged To Read What Is Written.

Every Corner In A House, Every Angle In A Room, Every Inch Of Secluded Space In Which We Like To Hide, Or Withdraw Into Ourselves, Is A Symbol Of Solitude For The Imagination; That Is To Say, It Is The Germ Of A Room, Or Of A House.

In Living Off All The Reflecting Light Furnished By Poets, The I Which Dreams The Reverie Reveals Itself Not As Poet But As Poetizing I.

It Is A Poor Reverie Which Invites A Nap. One Must Even Wonder Whether, In This "failing Asleep", The Subconscious Itself Does Not Undergo A Decline In Being.