“The soul, once free from its body, escapes into the atmosphere, whose electric streams carry it here and there, and whose many-shaped inhabitants it begins to perceive, like fugitive flashes in a thick mist. 

“Then there begins a desperate, vertiginous struggle on the part of the soul, which is still dull and heavy, to rise into the upper strata of the air, to free itself from earthly attraction and reach, in the heaven of our planetary system, the region proper to it and which friendly guides alone can show it. The Greek initiates identified it with the cone of shadow which the earth is always trailing behind it, which shadow reaches as far as the moon; for this reason they called it the Abyss of Hecate. In these murky depths, say the disciples of Orpheus and of Pythagoras, are tossed to and fro the souls which make desperate efforts to reach the circle of the moon, though the violence of the winds beats them back to earth by thousands.”

Édouard Schuré, 1906

 

“'What! You don’t know about the chambardoscope—an instrument invented by an Irish Priest?' None of the ladies or gentlemen was familiar with the chambardoscope. Laflemme brought out his famous old nickel watch. 'It’s not very complicated, as you can see. The instrument is rather reminiscent of a watch, with the difference that it only has one needle. The interior comprises an apparatus that’s extremely sensitive to electric currents passing through the ground. Its use is very simple. You place the instrument flat, like this. If the needle stays on the number six, there’s nothing to fear. If it inclines to the right of the six, it’s because one is dealing with positive telluric currents. If, on the other hand, it steers to the left, that announces the presence of negative currents, which are more dangerous.' All eyes were fixed attentively on the needle, which stayed impassively on the number six. 'We can sleep easy,' Laflemme concluded, cheerfully.”

Alphonse Allais, 1902

 

“'Do not believe, my dear sister, that I wander about in search of adventure and trouble the harmony of the stars. God has traced my path like he has yours, and if my course appears uncertain and wandering, it is because your rays do not extend far enough to be able to embrace the contour of the ellipse which was given to me as my career. My flaming hair is the beacon of God; I am the messenger of the suns, and I dip into their fires in order to share them along my route with young worlds who do not yet have enough warmth and with aging stars who are cold in their solitude. If I tire in my long voyages, if I have a less graceful beauty than yours, if my finery is less virginal, I am nonetheless, like you, a noble daughter of the heavens.'

“After finishing her speech, the comet shakes her mane, protects herself with her ardent shield, and dives into infinite space, where she seems to disappear forever.”

Eliphas Levi, 1854

 

“All that she has revealed to me of her mysterious studies is that she has seen, with her own eyes, plans of aircraft, submarines and automobiles dating back fifteen thousand years before Jesus Christ. She claims that writing has been lost three times on the earth. Thought-reading, which marks one of the phases of human evolution, has existed before. However, arts of speech and writing then became useless, and the spoken word and the pen became obsolete. Fortunately for the loquacious, and for poets, the universal silence of humanity is always followed by the fatal cataclysm that accompanies the somersault of the being known as the Earth, hindered by its growth in its cocoon of humus. Flic, floc! A wave from the depths inundates the continents…and everything begins all over again...”

Odette Dulac, 1926

 

“Finally, the last scene: Humanity is celebrating its salvation with a grand fête that is unfurling through the Champ-de-Mars, transformed into a flower-garden. The cordial and pompous atmosphere of old is reborn. Orpheus is culminating on a throne, surrounded by the masters of occultism. In the air, the souls of disincarnate adepts form choirs. Up above, the sign of the absolute, the universal pentacle of Martinism, is shining like a sun.”

Willy, 1900

 

“The sea, this afternoon, is quite ordinary, uniformly and extensively dark green; it is an endless enchainment of white foam lighting up, going out, lighting up again, it is a legion of sheep swimming, drowning, bobbing up again, and never arriving, until they are ambushed by darkness.” 

Jules Laforgue, 1887

 

“Don’t put Arkel in the trunk! He doesn’t like it.”

Claude Debussy, 1915

 

“Music represents the maximum of vibrations in matter before it turns into light. In the perpetual effort of subtilization, which comes out of the bowels of the earth and takes on its surface the various aspects of minerals, vegetables, animals, sentiments and thoughts, music is at the summit of man's sentiment and intelligence. As matter in vibration, it masks the last limit between thought and fire. Music is the grand ardent halo of the invisible but sonorous flame that is the human will. In the hierarchy of 'densities' of matter, it represents the beginning of fire, just as the sentiment that follows sensation represents the beginning of thought.”

Riciotto Canudo 1911

 

“‘Long live the crocodile! Honor and homage to the crocodile!’

“Either because the crocodile had partisans in the audience or the magic of its words operated naturally, some of the spectators were indeed heard repeating those final words: ‘Long live the crocodile! Honor and homage to the crocodile!’ A few members of the audience were even seen to bow down, as if to worship it, and a colossal altar suddenly formed in front of it. At the same time, a head even more colossal formed at the summit.”

Louis-Claude de Saint Martin, 1798

 

“My art is my prayer.”

Richard Wagner, 1868

 

“Richard Wagner and his works represent a great sum of occult power.”

Rudolf Steiner, 1908

 

“There should be in the world a centre of scientific and philosophical research, where the most notable scholars, in possession of new ideas, could readily experiment the value of the hypotheses constructed either by themselves or by their disciples. A centre from which nothing would drive away the good will. A centre wherein a world record could be kept of the entire range of the progressive imagination of man, and where nothing usefully conceived by the human brain would be lost. A centre from which economic and practical knowledge would flow to all parts of the world. A centre and a city outside of all historical and social quarrels, of all economic and national rivalries, a centre belonging, without possible exception, to all. To the Spirit of all. To the Spirit only.”

Paul Adam, 1893

 

“Wagner was one of the masters of Symbolism; his conception of art, his philosophy, his very formula were at the origin of Symbolism. It was impossible to get to the bottom of Wagnerism without encountering Symbolism; that is to say, it was impossible to expound the Wagnerian conception without recognizing in it the doctrine, or at least one of the primordial elements, of the new poetic doctrine.”

Édouard Dujardin, 1936

 

“Remember that a picture, before being a battle horse, a nude, an anecdote or whatnot, is essentially a flat surface covered with colours assembled in a certain order.”

Claude Debussy, 1890

 

“The universe is composed of several billions of suns, separated from one another by trillions of leagues, but nevertheless sustained in the luminiferous ether by the mutual attraction of all and the movement of each. While you are traveling toward the constellation of Hercules, our beautiful star is traveling toward the Pleiades; Sirius is hastening toward Columba, and Pollux launching itself toward the Milky Way. All these colossal existences are running through the eternal void, and when you are a star, you will do likewise.”

Jane de la Vaudère, 1893

“I said to music that I gave it the vastest scope to paint whatever it wanted, but I imposed two conditions on that: the first was that the diapason would remain in my archives; the second, that the range of the voice and its instruments would be limited to the planetary scale, like nations—except that I only imposed the second condition for a time, until Herschel had discovered a new planet, which would be the bass register of a new scale, and the tonic of a new octave.”

Louis-Claude de Saint Martin, 1798

 

Metempsychosis

Long after all life

Shall have ceased upon the widowed earth,

The sorrowful shades of humankind,

The plaintive souls of humankind,

Will return to visit

The widowed earth

Where all life shall have ceased.

They will leave behind the new bodies

Which the tyrannical right hand of God

Will have assigned to their wandering fate,

Upon some distant planet,

And piously will come to visit

The widowed earth.

Then their spiritual eyes

And their immaterial ears

Will recognize the forms, the colors, and the sounds

That were the works of their diligent hands,

Through the piled-up and forgotten ages.

That were the works of their feeble hands,

Yet hands stronger still

Than the Void.

While within them throbbed the life of earth

And their mouths proclaimed

The thrice-holy name of immortal Art.

And when, come the returning dawn, another sun

Calls them back to the bodies assigned

To their wandering fate,

Upon some distant planet,

Each wandering shade, each plaintive soul

Will say: —I dreamed a wondrous dream.

And, under the lash of eternal Beauty

And of eternal Melancholy,

Humankind will once more subdue—

Upon that distant planet—

The colors, the forms, and the sounds.

Marie Krysinska, 1890

 

“It was a small consolation for Mrs. Dubonnet when Mary Garden, star of the L'Opéra-Comique, drove up in her Renault one day and bargained for the red curtain cord.”

Hanns Heinz Ewers, 1915

 

“Debussy was a very, very strange man.”

Mary Garden, 1951

“A poet has said: 'The time has come to conquer the planets and mount an assault on the stars.'

“'We have found our way,' proclaimed all the newspapers, 'the way dimly foreseen for so many centuries! Not the vanished dream of eastward or westward, northward or southward expansion! No, expansion into the skies, expansion towards the stars, where no one shall bar our route!'”

Andre Mas, 1913

 

“I can, as Poe would have it, create revolving worlds and fiery, howling spheres, with the sound of a material dispossessed of a soul; and with this I have surpassed even Lucifer, for I can force disorganized things to blaspheme. Night and day, at my will, skins which were once alive and metals perhaps only not yet so, proclaim inanimate words; and if it is true that the voice creates universes in space, the ones I have it create are worlds which die before having lived. In my house dwells a Behemoth who bellows at the wave of my hand; I have invented a talking machine.”

Marcel Schwob, 1892

 

“Would a luminous insect imprisoned in a block of transparent amber, if it were still alive, have another vision of the universe than that of a milieu transparent and solid to infinity? The highest theogonies all revert to the story of the lion giving his gods the face of a lion. Thousands of men superior in intelligence continue to accept that puerility serenely. If the triangles of geometry books could talk and assemble in council, all of them—the right-angled, the isosceles and the countless host of scalenes—would quickly conclude, by means of irrefutable formulae, that God, if he exists, is evidently the triangle in itself, and perfect. There would be wars of religion in a such a fantastic world, with the army of curved figures, convinced that God cannot be anything other than the perfect circumference.”

Gabriel de Lautrec 1903

 

“No stupid self-respect! The important thing is to succeed. Yes, let’s get together with the other worlds. Let’s create an international and intercosmic company to destroy… to destroy!” Penkenton bit into the repeated world as if it were prey between the teeth of a tiger. “Destroy everything: worlds, suns, space itself, and time! Annihilate everything, engendering nothingness! What an achievement—greater than creating being! And what a god man will be when he has achieved that creation! But one man, one company, or one world isn’t sufficient to the task; we need for associates the 115 planets that surround us and the 38 million suns that flame at the end of our telescopes. So let’s get on with it, without wasting a moment, and reach an understanding with our allies.”

Alfred Didier Marie Mesnard, comte de Chousy, 1883

“Then I saw strange animals moving in all directions, mingling their dazzling scales, twisting their fiery coils, walking, crawling, flying and responding to one another with profound and sonorous voices like the notes of an organ. There were sphinxes shaking their bandelets and chimeras with green phosphorescent eyes spitting fire through their nostrils and striking their foreheads with long dragon’s tails. There were griffins, half lion and half vulture, clenching their red paws and stretching out their blue necks, and basilisks with violet bodies undulating in the sand. There were a thousand strange, scarcely suspected, beasts: tragelaphs, half stag and half ox, alligators with the feet of roe deer, goats with the hindquarters of donkeys, owls with serpents’ tails, gigantic chameleons, and terrifying monsters sometimes as tall as mountains and sometimes as slender as reeds. There were immense metal flowers on the legs of women, and dragonflies whose deployed wings resembled the sails of ships and whose bodies shone like steel yardarms.”

Jane de la Vaudere, 1893

“Hashish will be taken under the auspices of Moreau and Aubert-Roche. Arrive between five and six at the latest. You will have your share of a light dinner and await the hallucination.”

Fernand Broissard to Théophile Gautier, 1845

 

A small high-pitched voice caused them to turn round. “Glory to the Superman! May he favor you with an operation, Messieurs!” 

It was a legless man, posed on a silently-wheeled pedestal equipped with a deflector reminiscent of a locomotive’s cow-catcher. His torso was swathed in a kind of green leather sheath bolted to the pedestal, and that armature, hermetically sealed, only opened on the right side, to give passage to a single arm, and at the neck, to let through the head.  But what secured the originality of the face most of all was the complete absence of a lower jaw, replaced by a kind a glabrous membrane that extended to the lower lip, partly opening an entirely toothless mouth. 

“I shall proclaim it loudly forever! I’m perfectly happy, firstly because I’m Dr. Caresco’s masterpiece, and secondly because I’ve greatly diminished the chances of physical suffering and mental disappointments!”

“Would it not have been more complete, in that case, to suppress your existence totally?” said Choumaque. 

“When the Superman wishes to take me!” affirmed the half-man, with pious respect. 

André Couvreur, 1904

 

“You don’t know the power of precious stones,” he said. “They’re the eyes of inanimate matter, the stars that the earth elaborates through the centuries in its profound night. They attract or repel beings, gazes, fluids and thoughts.”

Édouard Schuré, 1897

“Mademoiselle,” I said. “I’m Polyplast 17,177 of the Aristotle Foundation. That title, which might not mean anything to you, is that of a biologist specializing in cases of aphanasia, or Napus. Your friend has just disappeared. We witnessed it, this gentleman and myself.”

Leon Daudet , 1927

 

“For beings of imagination, music without words– symphony or waltz, sonata or fanfare of horns– is the great and artificial manufacturer of dreams. The chance chords make one feel beautiful, rich, glorious, loved. One hears a deep rumbling within himself, like armed vehicles filled with rhymes, sonorous poems; or perhaps one suffers, one groans, one grows emotional, one weeps, one feels his soul get lost in the overly thick shadows or under the decidedly distant stars; and at the back of oneʼs skull, like penitent phantoms, strophes exit and slide in cadence; or maybe itʼs a flight, an orgiastic whirlwind, kisses that one steals and cups one breaks, while the diverse timbres of the orchestra respond, striking chords like the feet of ballerinas on an elastic parquet.”

Emile Gondeau, 1888

“In the midst of adoration and ritual precaution, they kept a fiery stone which the poetic imagination had made into a messenger of the sun. 

“With the brightness of the most beautiful rubies, it was also a perpetual ardent coal. It burned without being consumed, and its redness, which passed from vivid to dark, was not a deceptive symbol. Visible Fire: at its approach all hands, including those of the most pious, became profane. One could no more grasp it than a firebrand. It was intangible, like flame, lightning and mystery. A religious quality, for our corporeal person. And such an object can sustain astonishment better that fetishes of wood or stone. It has not always required as much for people to make of something a god.”

Gabriel de Lautrec, 1903

“As it stands, it’s a curious mixture and reminds me of certain American drinks made out of vegetables, champagne, fruit, etc. You can’t tell whether they’re excellent or revolting, but you just drink them out of astonishment.”

Claude Debussy, 1902

“But by the ten beams of light that your central shadow projects, by the ten conductors of your vibrations, by the ten delegates of your Amour, I summon the virtues of your principal emanations.”

Victor-Émile Michelet, 1900

 

“The sound emanating from seashells into your ear is phonescence. Phonescence is to sound what phosphorescence is to light. Or, to employ terminology more easily within your range, the shells are phonographs of a sort, which have registered the mysterious songs of fish and rendered it sensible to your eardrum, in the same way that a phosphorescent plate shines in the dark with light captured during the day.”

Alphonse Allais, 1904

“I foresee the possibility of music written specially to be performed in the open air, constructed on broad lines, vocally and instrumentally audacious, floating freely in the air and soaring gaily over the tops of the trees. Certain harmonic progressions that might seem abnormal in the concert hall would certainly be appreciated at their real value in the open air. There would be a mysterious collaboration between the air, the fluttering of the leaves and the scent of the flowers and the music itself; the latter would unite all these elements in such perfect harmony that it would appear to be a part of each one of them... Finally, one would be able to verify once and for all whether music and poetry are the only arts which move in space... I may be mistaken, but it seems to me that there is enough in this idea for future generations to dream about.”

Claude Debussy, 1903

 

“On that world, composed of beings and objects infinitely varied and all of perfect transparency, it is the difference in the density of bodies which indicate surfaces to the Elierians’ expert eyes. With the utmost skill, they can comprehend at a glance the forms of everything; and those forms, themselves penetrable, by no means prevent their gazes from comprehending, through the nearest forms, those of bodies which the first would have hidden if they had been opaque. Thus, an inhabitant of Elier, casting down his exploring gaze from the top of a mountain, perceives at first, on the surface of the ground, the forests spreading out a layer of diaphanous vegetation in dense tufts; and, thoroughly analyzing with his eyes each tree and each bit of moss, he can just as easily and distinctly study the superficial and deep strata from that point on down to the center of the world. His gaze, going through the entire thickness of Elier, can even, by means of a telescope, examine the buildings of a city at the antipodes—if, however, it is not forced to turn away before the rays of a sun blazing at the nadir.”

C.I. Defontenay, 1854

 

O our king, for the delights

Grant us again your palaces, your gardens, your fountains,  

And your golden terraces where the sea of evening breaks,  

And your magic forest where in the night you lead  

The silver Unicorn, the Wyvern, and the black Fawn.  

Grant us again the sweetness of your dead Brides  

Who sleep in the tomb of your soul and who lie  

Under the double lock of gates and doors—  

Your regret, your posthumous love, and your shiver.  

We, who are the eternal Letter of the Book—  

Symbol null, if no one reads the sleeping word!—  

Be the spirit that impresses and stirs and gives life,  

And the triumphal Love that saves from death.  

Tie our hair as a pennant to your standard,  

Sweet knight, dream through us your scattered dream,  

And come to us through life and through chance—  

We are the Mirror and the Amphora and the Lamp.  

Henri de Regnier, 1890

 

“Go into the labyrinth, spend time in the arbors—and read my book, page by page, as if you were a solitary walker, turning over a scarab beetle, a pebble or a dead leaf with the tip of your long, jasper-handled walking-stick, on the dry sand of the pathway.”

Henri de Regnier, 1897

“If you live close to the end, as today we all do, you want to see the course by which the eagle makes his swift descent. Unlike the dove, he leaves a trail of smoke, somehow, in the air. Not that there will not be a new world, but this is the end of ours. And being selfish, we are concerned with that.”

David Stacton, 1960

“When will someone come along and put an end to this dreadful notion, so popular at the moment, that it is as easy to be an artist as a dentist? Why don’t we stop making the secrets of the art so readily available? Let us not keep so many people away from their true vocations at the haberdashery counters of our department stores.”

Claude Debussy, 1912

“Who could tell what unexpected discoveries and what superhuman masterpieces might find a theater in the soul of the Martian god, nestling within its cupola of stone?

Gustave la Rouge, 1908

"I believe in capricious magic of alcohol, and I’m not adverse to feeling its affects. I have about a half-pint of whiskey every night... Strange that it sometimes brings us close to things we’re familiar with, and allows us to see them in a new light.”

Claude Debussy, 1912

 

“Everyone agreed that they had never eaten anything more flavorsome. Then, tranquilly, Scaramouche said: ‘What you are eating, Messieurs, is Human! And I think that if you search carefully in the sauce, you won’t fail to find a few small bones revelatory of the kind of meat you’ve been eating with so much satisfaction.’

“The writhing and the laughter redoubled. But Scaramouche, said, imperturbably: ‘If I’m not the Night herself, I’m her cook. The immense blue vault is a transparent frying-pan, on which I fried, holding it by the Milky Way, which is its handle, Venus, Mars, Mercury, Jupiter, Neptune and all the stars, on the stove of the eternal Sun. The comets, which have the form of a cruet, pour flamboyant oil; every red bolide is a grain of Cayenne pepper, and the wind of infinite space has the function of a bellows that activates the fire under the frying-pan—with the consequence that it’s the sky, cooked to perfection, that I’ve served you for supper. Not all the sky; the planets, being tough, remained in the cooker; but the little parasites of the heavenly bodies—I mean the living beings of the firmament—have sizzled in the sauce, and you’ve nourished yourself on your celestial resemblances.’

“At the same time, with a long black leg that raked the whole table, Scaramouche tipped over, broke and extinguished the candelabra; and in the darkness, while he roared with laughter, the dead-drunk scientists, sickened and frightened by the execrable feast, vomited parcels of cutlets, backs, fillets, ribs and fry of Mars, Mercury, Saturn and the divine flesh of Venus, which is golden in the blue of beautiful skies.”

Catulle Mendes, 1888

“Light rays, as well as sound rays, are each formed of a continuous series of globules constantly in vibration.

“This subtle transpiration is radiant because the expansion which provokes it is an equal, uniform Force. It is thus, by radiating, that globes of very large dimensions like the sun, the stars, transpire their light, and globes of small dimensions such as the Earth, having much more condensed envelopes, transpire a more subtle fluid, the caloric. 

“Finally, each terrestrial body, each man, each animal, each plant, each fragment of rock or metal, enjoys the transpiring faculty. Each projects a subtle fluid which, according to the circumstances, remains homogeneous, caloric, or splits into two fluids of different subtlety which balance each other and which constitute it in the magnetic or electric state.”

Pierre Hyacinthe Azaïs, 1831

“'What is an olotelepan?'

“'It’s an apparatus that instantaneously transports the senses to indefinite distances, without any wires. You heard it ring several times; you thought it was my watch, but it was my olotelepan. It’s the latest model!' Gigolus took from his pocket the object that he had held in his hand during his conversation with Dame Marthe. 'Nothing bears a closer resemblance to a watch, but it’s not a watch; it’s an olotelepan. I can’t explain the scientific theory, because I’m not very good at physics, but I can tell you how to make use of it. The first condition is to be in contact...'

“Gigolus put the olotelepan into Gourdebec’s free hand.”

Henri Austruy, 1925

“I was walking in Monsieur Azaïs's garden. He pointed out to me a rather considerable heap of decomposed vegetable matter, under which he had placed a small vessel filled with distilled water, and in which he thought small animals would be created whole, by the action of heat alone upon the liquid's elements. I did not learn the results of the experiment, which was to last, I think, for a year; but at any rate I strongly doubt that the ingenious author obtained the result he expected.”

Georges Cuvier, 1833

 

“New projectile launched by Mars towards Earth today…. Supreme Jovian Council met on Ganymede…. After a demand addressed in vain to the people of Mars to cease their unjustified hostilities in the name of sidereal Fraternity and immanent Justice, which are the supreme rules of planetary humankinds, and of which Jupiter has constituted herself the defender on behalf of the Solar System— decides unanimously to come to the aid of our sister planet Earth by any means possible, and decrees…in view of the unspeakably obstinacy of Mars…that the aforesaid felon planet is set outside the law of love and sidereal fraternity, and that all the scientific resources of Jupiter will be set to work with the least possible delay to inflict the most exemplary chastisement upon the Martians. To the people of Earth, courage and fraternity!” 

Theo Varlet, 1921

 

“Our three young men lived in harmony. The spectra of colors and the music of the spheres sang in their eyes and ears, and all their senses, charmed, combined with one another, melted into the infinite harmony. The eddies of waves and crowds and the beating of their hearts were all a rhythm. 

“People came to stand beneath the windows of the madhouse in order to listen, with terror and delight, to the frightful manifestations of that harmonic power, which sometimes took flight with great wing-beats and departed, further and further, all his vigor driving it in that direction.”

Louise Michel, 1888

 

“The Earth will therefore move through space at the whim of my desire, for I intend to steer it, matter being made in order to be vanquished. Then, riding my planet, I shall go to visit my brothers, the tyrants who are ruling the other planets. I shall play my part in the concert of potentates of the sidereal universe, who range constellations in battle and use asteroid-fire in bombardments...”

Louis Boussenard, 1888

“No, it wasn’t possible that the century that utilized electricity so easily as a means of transport, which challenged distance by the manipulation of steam, perfected destruction by inventing terrible weapons, and reckoned with air and water by the simple use of gasoline-powered propellers, could be incapable of responding to an invasion of animals emerged from a test-tube in a laboratory. Oh, how illogical I was being, given my science!

“‘In any case,’ Monsieur Vernet went on, ‘are the macrobes as much to be feared as interested journalism proclaims? How do you expect these animals, emerged from a culture broth, as vastly developed as one can imagine, to nourish themselves on human flesh?’”

Andre Couvreur, 1909

 

“Symptoms of revolt have appeared among the Atmophytes. These machines have proffered seditious squeaks; these slaves have insulted citizens; and several among them, emerging from the subterranean region to which our constitution restricts them, have taken the air in the street. These fits are the result of the excessive development that you have allowed the Atmophytes’ organs to acquire— unconsidered improvements by which you have given them not merely instincts, but souls and the power of thought.”

Le Comte Didier de Chousey, 1884