Just been reading Stephane Mallarme: Naked golds thrashing crimson space …
I'm in the mood for thrashing crimson space. I'm in the mood for naked golds.
In fact, I am in the mood for ice-cold money, banknotes drenched in summer rain wrapped around my head and a cool breeze in my heart, no fire, no passion - and no confusion! Just the perfect ice of money, something pure, something silent. And something else - untouchable, unknowable, absolutely gone, beyond.
THESE ARE WORDS THAT MEAN NOTHING AND EVERYTHING.
