It’s the last day of October. Share a preface poem by the genius French poet Rimbaud.
In the past, if I remember correctly, my life was a grand banquet where all the hearts opened on their own and the wine flowed endlessly.
One night, I brought "Beauty" and sat on my lap. ——Later I found out that she was bitter and miserable. ——I cursed her bitterly.
I arm myself against justice.
I ran away. Witches, disasters, hatred, oh, my precious treasures are entrusted to you!
I suffocate all human hopes to death in my thoughts. Like a ferocious beast pouncing on its prey, I strangled it to death in ecstasy.
I called the executioners, and while I was dying, I crushed their gun butts with my teeth. I summoned all kinds of disasters, and I suffocated to death in the yellow sand and bloody water. Disaster is my god. I lay straight in the filthy muddy water. Blow me dry again in the sinful air. I played all kinds of tricks on madness.
But spring brings me the hateful laughter of an idiot.
Recently I found that I was almost out of tune for the last time! I just hope to find the key to the feast of the past. Maybe at such a feast, I can find my appetite and my desire.
Kindness is such a key. ——Having such a revelation shows that I did have a beautiful dream in the past!
"You'd better be your jackal, and so on..." cried the devil as he put such a lovely crown of poppies on my head. "Take your greed, your egoism, and all your sins, and die."
Ah! I got too much:—but, dear Satan, I beg you, do not glare! Wait a moment, cowardice sets in. You like writers who lack descriptive or educational abilities. As a person who has been sent to hell, this is my note. I tear out these extremely disgusting pages and give them to you.
Translated by Wang Daoqian?