Tales, Chants and Disenchantments

Tales in the hermetic style of Isidore Lucien Ducasse, evoking from time to time his outstanding character - Maldoror. Short excerpt:

Letter to the reader

Stop now! We are different, very different! What animates my writing is a choleric desire to put in line the most disconnected ideas that come to my mind; this will, supported by a crude, rude ability to make myself understood. I doubt you have a lump in your throat as you start reading these faint lines. So stop! Leave it for another time. Liquor is not appreciated on an empty stomach, unless you are willing to pay the price. Just like a ceremony, a wedding, a party requires the perfect adaptation of a song or even silence, these tales (or songs) will be in the best use, if they can find your agitated nature. When your throat closes, your mouth dries out or your saliva will rust; then you will get the most out of the hyena's cachectic eloquence that you write here.

Unlike the so-called Western culture, in which evil must be repressed in the spirit, certain Eastern traditions believe that it is the perfect balance between opposites in the soul that progress is made. Hence the symbol at the end of this letter. Well, I doubt that you have fed your dark side, nor is it my intention to do so, but from the repudiation you will feel of the excessive storm that is in my mind, the noblest feeling will emerge: compassion. You will understand what goes on in the mind of someone who is so different from you. And the initial repulsion will give way to empathy, seeing that in many situations, you and the characters described here are frighteningly similar and, using condescension, you will achieve good, which can emerge from evil.

Even now, while we are still performing, the beginning of mutual trust and understanding is evident. After all, something familiar in this letter found reflection in some corner of your mind, bringing you to that third paragraph, where most of your brothers would have already stopped. And, even if only I speak and you listen, do not take me for a teacher. I just believe that I can take you to see certain facets of this world from a different perspective. The whole of humanity is trapped in a wooden box and everyone is equipped with tools, trying to break through cracks to see what is outside. Now, I invite you to look through the crack I opened.

The alternation of verbal tense in some tales is intended to put you "inside" a gift that has already passed, or even make you participate in some reverie. If I make it...