As in Baudelaire, images of fog, smoke, dust contains, among Daumal the dissolution of the ego. Permanent State of unrealized human, man remained in draft form, the "black poet". The rock is therefore an illusion; y "insinuate" freedom, purpose. And find its freedom, is precisely beware of illusions, reject the trappings of lyrical exaltation of misleading that provides the spectacle of nature. Do not see the ocean in a "puddle" is to preserve the illusion that fosters a culture that can lead man to flourish, Venus has "bad teeth". Dust, dust, ocean, first handkerchief over the wave, call for free cloud ...
The cloud drops suddenly, it's a block of stone.
dust, rock dust in this rock I insinuated my freedom in this rock-strewn wind. The burning sand
bites fronts simoom flames.
Smoke, smoke from fires torsos, full of smoke mirages, finally, I generate my caprice in you.
The smoke returned to the ocean, puddle of dirty water where a hunchback Venus mocks the hope of his decayed teeth.
Rene Daumal, Rear-Heaven Poetry / Gallimard, 1990.
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