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Tristan Tzara

The Death of Apollinaire (La Mort de Guillaume Apollinaire) We know nothing                We know nothing of grief The bitter season of cold                                                       Ploughs long furrows in our muscles He would have rather enjoyed delight in victory                We wise beneath calm sorrows caged                                                       Unable to do a thing                                              If the snow… Continue reading Tristan Tzara

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Pierre-Albert Jourdan

You cannot become attached to human beings, things, or landscapes without suffering immediately taking up a position at your side. This is probably a trite remark. Yet a much stranger fate brings you face to face with uprootedness. It is better, then, to accept the suffering at your side. And illuminate it with love. —… Continue reading Pierre-Albert Jourdan

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Arthur Rimbaud

Eternity It has been found again. What? – Eternity. It is the sea fled away With the sun. Sentinel soul, Let us whisper the confession Of the night full of nothingness And the day on fire. From humain approbation, From common urges You diverge here And fly off as you may. Since from you alone,… Continue reading Arthur Rimbaud

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Gilles Deleuze

To become imperceptible oneself, to have dismantled love in order to become capable of loving. To have dismantled one’s self in order finally to be alone and meet the true double at the other end of the line. A clandestine passenger on a motionless voyage. To become like everybody else; but this, precisely, is a… Continue reading Gilles Deleuze

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