Love Her Madly

… “to be exercised, possibly, dull in the senses, an ideal state to awaken apocalyptic inspirations nourished by the readings of the surrealists,” one might say of poetry. In no time at all, from a ringleader of crowds and a stoker of the most extreme chaos crossing the doors of perception, urging one to kill the father and to sleep with the mother, to an old, tired, disillusioned blues man without a future… on a bench by the Seine or in front of the house of the father of Les Misérables. He had eliminated his parents by completely disappearing from their lives…