The Flower Eaters

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Wednesday, April 8, 2015


Posted by Lucia at 5:48 PM
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you will see my present body
fly into pieces
and under ten thousand
notorious aspects
a new body will be assembled
in which you will never again
be able
to forget me.
Antonin Artaud

When we speak the word "life," it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach. Antonin Artaud

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