SURRENDERING – E. Jabès: The house of the crowds dozing in the cradle, that the hands of the nurse are swinging. The house of crazy swings, the trees, the leaves hide – ON THE TOPSOIL – E. Verhaeren: Growing nonsense, like a flower fatal, in the soil of the senses. I want to go into madness, and his alone. FOOLS FORAYS – L. Labé: Leave, my love, that I abandon some madness. I always pain, living wisely. I can not give me happiness, whether out of me, I do not do any sortie. FINGERS TO THE SUN – A. Valaoritis: I destroyed with elegance, and I rebuilt everything crudely. I know I’m crazy, but whoever it is, has to lift a finger wet, in the solar wind. MEDICINES – W. Shakespeare: I am the fool. Give me permission to speak. I will know cleanse the world from evil, if people will accept my medicine. PRISONS – T. Tasso: I am my own prison. I leave for distant travel, rest and driven to my cross, no river mouth, turtle and old homing pigeon. ANTEROOMS – Pink Floyd: The madman is on the grass, remembering games and wreaths of daisies, and smiles. We must keep the fools in the way of reason. The lunatics are in the antechamber, the paper holds their folded faces to the ground, and every day the newsboy bears more.
