Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others. Then we might even come to see that it is our veneration for what has already been created, however beautiful and valid it may be, that petrifies us.
—ANTONIN ARTAUD
We have only ever written with the incarnation of the soul, but the soul was already made, and not by ourselves, when we enter poetry. The poet, who writes, addresses the Word, and the Word has its laws. It is in the poet’s unconscious to automatically believe in these laws. He believes he is free and he is not.
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