Antonin Artaud : Collected Works (Volume 1)
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brain. we're facing the phases I go through in my very own fact. regrettably, now not willingly! yet in a merely unintentional approach. A outstanding factor is that the actual fact of my lifestyles, as you famous approximately your self, is at no time a topic of great doubt to me. There consistently continues to be a part of myself, yet that half is usually anything bad, awkward, feeble, nearly suspect. At such occasions, i don't lose all feel of entire truth, yet sometimes, I lose all desire of ever regaining it. it truly is like a.
Of me. She bites God's wrist. a superb spurt of blood slashes around the level, whereas in the middle of the brightest lightning flash we see the PRIEST making the signal of the pass. while the lighting arise back, the characters are all lifeless and their corpses lie all around the floor. purely the WHORE and younger guy are left, devouring one another with their eyes. The WHOREfalls into the younger MAN'S palms. WHORE [with a sigh, as though in an orgiastic climax]: inform me the way it occurred. The younger guy hides his.
embellishes inside of you and in go back provide you with mankind whose minds shiver and glisten inside you. permit brain recognize itself, when you consider that girl admires Abelard ultimately. enable this foam spurt opposed to deep, fabulous partitions. The timber. Attilla's crops. He has her. He possesses her. She smothers him. and every web page looses its bow and advances. This e-book the place the pages of the mind are grew to become. Abelard has minimize his arms. Henceforth, what symphony can equivalent that agonising paper kiss. Heloise swallows fireplace. Opens a.
This corpse This scorched corpse washed via your body's hideous silence. The gold which rises, the serious Silence solid in your physique And the tree you continue to endure And that useless guy jogging ahead. -This is how the spindles flip within the fibres of the scarlet center This nice middle the place the sky explodes whereas gold submerges your bones.The harsh history panorama unearths itself as you stroll, And eternity overtakes you For you can't move over. the placement OF THE FLESH i'm reflecting on lifestyles.
extra. My lucid irrationality doesn't worry chaos. * I surrender not anything that's brain. I easily are looking to move my brain, its legislation and organs, in different places. i don't provide myself as much as the mind's sexual automatism yet, to the contrary, am looking to isolate the discoveries which specific cause doesn't supply me, out of this very automatism. I supply myself as much as feverish desires, yet I accomplish that which will deduce new legislation. In delirium, I search multiplicity, subtlety and the attention of cause, no longer rash.