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NIGHT-A. Artaud

By Antonin Artaud

Oeuvres complètes (take I)

The counters Zinc pass through the sewers,

rain again climb to the moon on the avenue

window reveals a nude woman. In the skins
the sheets

swollen in the night breathing

the poet feels his

hair grow and multiply. The face obtuse
roofs

provides extended bodies.

Between the ground and pavement

life is a deep pittance.
Poet, what worries you

has nothing to do with the moon;

rain is fresh, the belly is good. Watch
vessels are filled in counters

land

life is empty, the head is away.
Somewhere a poet thinks.

We do not need the moon, head

is large,

the world is crowded. Each room

the world trembles,

begets life

something that goes up the roof.
A deck of cards is in the air

around the vessels;

wines

smoke, smoke

vessels and pipes in the afternoon.
In the oblique angle of the roofs

from all quarters to tremble

fumes accumulate

sea of \u200b\u200bdreams poorly constructed.
For Life issue here

and belly of thought

bottles skulls collide

aerial assembly.
The Word stems

sleep like a flower or a cup full of forms

and smoke.
The glass and belly bump: life is clear in the skulls

vitrified.
the Areopagus burning

poets gather around the green carpet, the vacuum

tour.
Life passes by the poet's thought hairy.

Symptoms Of The Chlamydia Shoot

How do you write? PACO

When I write, I just do not know how to spell. And if child did not sound that lack this question is very sincere, I would choose a writer friend and ask him how do you write?.

Because, really, how do you write? What do you say? How do you say?. And how do you start? And what is done with the paper which confronts us alone?

I know the answer, though intrigued, is this one: writing. I am the person most surprised to write. And still not got used to call me a writer. Because, except for times when you write, not at all writing. Could it be that writing is not a trade? Is there no learning, then? What is it? Only consider myself a writer the day I say I know how to spell.

CLARICE

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