With a rounded mouth. The complete meaning in each word gives it its roundness.

May 27.

“Organized,” they say, as though it were a matter of a musical instrument or a poet.

Alexandre Soumet. “The storm has passed over the earth.” That sings. Why? Because one can pause at each word as on a note. Each word offers an image, a complete meaning, as each note offers a tone: 1. the storm — 2. has passed — 3. over the earth.

First create a void, a space, a place, prepare and lead up to it. That is the whole art of suspension.

Perspective or distance necessary for events, so as to be affected (or moved) by them in a poetic manner, and to treat them as a poet.

Sixteenth notes or thirty-second notes (in speech), such are polysyllabic words.

One ought to reserve this provision for punishment and then threaten people with “freedom of the press” as with a flood (and a fire). These men who spend their lives reading or writing new things, through a ridiculous intemperance of curiosity or [pride], alone attach importance to this imprudent concession; [all] the others are their echoes.

May […].

— to exhale the fumes of their heads. And hot heads that have [darkened] and blackened the moral world and all its truths with their [murky] fumes.

Heads fitted to receive light and let it pass. They [receive] it, and retain it, and transmit it. They radiate, they [illuminate]. There their action, their function, their property ends. To their operation [must] be joined that of secondary agents to [give] it efficacy. And it is thus that the sun produces but does not [cultivate]. (It brings things to birth, or rather to bloom, but it does not cultivate.)

[…] […]in.

To work so as to have nothing to do: that is what human [life] is spent on. Movement leads to rest; rest preserves itself within [itself], nourishes itself on itself.