The Poetic Image Exists Apart

Reverie Is Commonly Classified Among The Phenomena Of Psychic Detente. It Is Lived Out In A Relaxed Time Which Has No Linking Force. Since It Functions With Inattention, It Is Often Without Memory. It Is A Flight From Out Of The Real That Does Not Always Find A Consistent Unreal World.

The Poetic Image Exists Apart From Causality.

Very Often, I Confess, The Teller Of Dreams Bores Me. His Dream Could Perhaps Interest Me If It Were Frankly Worked On. But To Hear A Glorious Tale Of His Insanity! I Have Not Yet Clarified, Psychoanalytically, This Boredom During The Recital Of Other People's Dreams. Perhaps I Have Retained The Stiffness Of A Rationalist. I Do Not Follow The Tale Of Justified Incoherence Docilely. I Always Suspect That Part Of The Stupidities Being Recounted Are Invented.

How Is It Possible Not To Feel That There Is Communication Between Our Solitude As A Dreamer And The Solitudes Of Childhood? And It Is No Accident That, In A Tranquil Reverie, We Often Follow The Slope Which Returns Us To Our Childhood Solitudes.

Words, In Their Distant Past, Have The Past Of My Reveries.