The Repose Of Sleep Refreshes

We Believe We Can Also Show That Words Do Not Have Exactly The Same Psychic "weight" Depending On Whether They Belong To The Language Of Reverie Or To The Language Of Daylight Life-to Rested Language Or Language Under Surveillance-to The Language Of Natural Poetry Or To The Language Hammered Out By Authoritarian Prosodies.

A Word Is A Bud Attempting To Become A Twig. How Can One Not Dream While Writing? It Is The Pen Which Dreams. The Blank Page Gives The Right To Dream.

I Am Alone So I Dream Of The Being Who Has Cured My Solitude, Who Would Be Cured By Solitudes. With Its Life, It Brought Me The Idealizations Of Life, All The Idealizations Which Give Life A Double, Which Lead Life Toward It Summits, Which Make The Dreamer Too Live By Splitting.

Cosmic Reveries Separate Us From Project Reveries. They Situate Us In A World And Not In A Society. The Cosmic Reverie Possesses A Sort Of Stability Or Tranquility. It Helps Us Escape Time. It Is A State.

Poetry Is One Of The Destinies Of Speech... One Would Say That The Poetic Image, In Its Newness, Opens A Future To Language.