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
the sheets
swollen in the night breathing
the poet feels his
hair grow and multiply. The face obtuse
roofs
roofs
provides extended bodies.
Between the ground and pavement
life is a deep pittance.
Poet, what worries you
Poet, what worries you
has nothing to do with the moon;
rain is fresh, the belly is good. Watch
vessels are filled in counters
vessels are filled in counters
land
life is empty, the head is away.
Somewhere a poet thinks.
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
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
In the oblique angle of the roofs
from all quarters to tremble
fumes accumulate
sea of \u200b\u200bdreams poorly constructed.
For Life issue here
For Life issue here
and belly of thought
bottles skulls collide
aerial assembly.
The Word stems
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
The glass and belly bump: life is clear in the skulls
vitrified.
the Areopagus burning
the Areopagus burning
poets gather around the green carpet, the vacuum
tour.
Life passes by the poet's thought hairy.
Life passes by the poet's thought hairy.
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