« I can’t take it anymore, I can’t go a day without seeing you. Otherwise the atrocious madness […] All my soul belongs to you […] may my heart still feel your divine love spreading again. »(Letter from Auguste Rodin to Camille Claudel)
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Titos Patrikios
« We keep postponing the time when we won’t meet anywhere. » (Titos Patrikios)
Roman Opałka
« I wanted to show time, its change in duration, the one that nature shows, but in a way specific to man, a subject conscious of its presence defined by death: emotion of life in irreversible duration. Arbitrary time of calendars, of clocks does not interest me. It erases itself by the repetition that defines it, only focalization of the present. » (Roman Opalka)
André Gide
“It is in eternity that, from now on, we must live. And it is from now on that we must live in eternity. What does eternal life matter, without consciousness at every moment of that duration.” (André Gide)
Rainer Maria Rilke
« How to hold my soul, so
that it does not touch yours?
How stretch it high above you towards other things?
I would so much like to lodge it somewhere, near of something lost in the shadows, in a strange, quiet place, which don’t continue to vibrate when your bass vibrates.
But everything that touches us, you and me, unites us like a bow that pulls two strings one voice.
On what instrument are we stretched?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
O sweet song. »
(Rainer Maria Rilke)
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
« It’s the time you’ve wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important. » (Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)
La Rochefoucauld
« Love, like fire, cannot subsist without continual movement, and it ceases to live as soon as it ceases to hope or to fear. »
(La Rochefoucauld)
David Jones
« It is both a blessing
and a curse
to feel everything
so very deeply.” (David Jones)
Boris Cyrulnik
“The great sufferings that can ruin an affective life forever are only found in those who know passion.” (Boris Cyrulnik)
Colette
« I want to cherish the one who loves me and give him everything that is mine in the world: my body which refuses to be shared, my sweet heart and my freedom! » (Collette)
Marguerite Duras
« His body had become mine, I couldn’t make out any more. I had become the living negation of reason. And all the reasons that could have been opposed to this lack of reason, I would have swept them away, and how, like houses of cards, and like, precisely, purely imaginary reasons…I no longer had a homeland but love itself. » (Marguerite Duras)
Franz Kafka
« The sirens have an even more lethal weapon than their song, namely their silence… someone may have escaped their song; but their silence, certainly never. » (Franz Kafka)
“Invisible connection is stronger than visible. To arrive at the basic structure of things we must go into their darkness.” (Heraclitus)
Paul Eluard
« By virtue of love I have separated nothing but doubled my heart.
Of loving, I created everything : real, imaginary,
I gave her reason, her form, her warmth
And her immortal role to the one who enlightens me. »
(Paul Éluard)
« I picked this sprig of heather
Autumn is dead remember
We won’t see each other on earth again
Smell of time bit of heather
And remember that I am waiting for you“
(Guillaume Apollinaire)
Anaïs Nin
« She was tied to the moon by long threads of red tangled blood. She moved like a woman tied to the moon… it enveloped her and it opened her to an absolute night without dawn. » (Anaïs Nin)
« Platon said that we are captives in a cave, and that we only know the outside world by shadows. »
(Steven Pinker)
« Every great soul is Odyssian, it abandons itself to the beauty and grandeur of the world and, in this abandonment to the august powers, finds the courage to be and to fight. »
(Luc-Olivier d’Algange. Prélude à l’âme odysséenne)
Leonard Cohen
« Well I stepped into an avalanche
It covered up my soul
When I am not this hunchback that you see
I sleep beneath the golden hills
You who wish to conquer pain
You must learn, learn to serve me well
You strike my side by accident
As you go down for your gold
The crippled h i that you clothe and feed
Is neither starved nor cold
He does not ask for your company
Not at the centre, the centre of the world
When I am on a pedestal
You did not raise me there
Your laws do not compel me
To kneel grotesque and bare
I myself am the piedestal
For this ugly hump at which you stare
You who wish to conquer pain
You must learn what makes me kind
The crumbs of love that you offer me
They’re the crumbs I’ve left behind
Your pain is no credential here
It’s just the shadow, shadow of my wound
I have begun to long for you
I who have no greed
I have begun to ask for you
I who have no need
You say you’ve gone away from me
But I can feel you when you breathe
Do not dress in those rags for me
I know you are not poor
You don’t love me quite so fiercely now
When you know that you are not sure
It is your turn, beloved
It is your flesh that I wear. «
« You are among flowers, the supreme achievement,
O liquor, in which their souls unite!
Who tastes you does not know that he absorbs the golden essence of lyricism. »
(Federico Garcia Lorca)
Henry Miller
“Some feel the rain in advance: others just get wet.”
(Henry Miller)
“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another.”
(Anaïs Nin)
Anaïs Nin
“I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman.”
(Anaïs Nin)
Anna Akhmatova
« You will hear thunder and will remember me, and you will think: « she wanted storms ».The borders of the sky will be the colour of strong crimson. And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.“
(Anna Akhmatova)
Jean Cocteau
« La minute m’a dit : « Presse-moi dans ta main ;
Tu ne sais aujourd’hui si tu seras demain ;
Ainsi prends tout le suc qui m’enfle comme une outre,
Ne tourne pas la tête et ne passe pas outre,
Vis-moi !…dans un instant, je serai du passé !
Mais tu ne sais peut-être au juste ce que c’est
Qu’étreindre dans ses bras la minute qui passe,
Si tu comprends la splendeur grave de l’espace
Qui te laissait jadis indifférent et froid,
Si tu sais accepter la douleur sans effroi,
Si tu sais jouir d’un très subtil parfum de rose,
Si pour toi le couchant est une apothéose,
Si tu pleures d’amour, si tu sais voir le beau
Alors suis sans trembler la route du tombeau.
Tu vivras de chansons, de splendeurs, de murmures,
Le chemin n’est plus long si l’on cueille ses mûres,
Et je suis près de toi la mûre du chemin ! »
La minute m’a dit : « Presse-moi dans ta main. »
(Jean Cocteau)
Virginia Woolf
There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star « Consume me »
(Virginia Woolf)
E.E. Cummings
« Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart I carry it in my heart. «
(E.E. Cummings)
Charles Bukowski
« …flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh… »
William Shakespeare
« My eyes see best when they are closed. All day they observe only futile things, but when I sleep, it is you they contemplate in their dreams, and, piercing their darkness, pierce the night towards you. »
(William Shakespeare)
Anaïs Nin
“The sun shines on the duality of day and night, and on eternal love. That which dies in modern man because he is like a potted plant on a balcony, never dies in me because my soul reaches to the other side of the earth, and my roots are infinite.” (Anais Nin)
The snake woman of Nara from the Kaikidan Ekotoba Scroll around 1850

“The sun shines on the duality of day and night, and on eternal love. That which dies in modern man because he is like a potted plant on a balcony, never dies in me because my soul reaches to the other side of the earth, and my roots are infinite.” (Anais Nin)
Dora Maar

Arthur Rackham

Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l’archer ;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l’empêchent de marcher. » (L’albatros, Charles Baudelaire)
Arthur Rackham (1867-1939)
Antonin Artaud et Eli Lotar
Jean Cocteau
Karen von Blixen-Finecke
Colette
Edward Weston
Antonin Artaud
Antonin Artaud
Antonin Artaud
Antonin Artaud
Antonin Artaud
Antonin Artaud
Antonin Artaud
Antonin Artaud
Antonin Artaud
Antonin Artaud
Antonin Artaud
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Antonin Artaud
Photographe inconnu
Antonin Artaud
Antonin Artaud
Brassaï
Antonin Artaud et Cécile Brusson
Antonin Artaud et Cécile Brusson for « Le Moine » directed by Matthew Gregory Lewis, 1931
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Antonin Artaud
Antonin Artaud. La maladresse sexuelle de dieu 1946
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Antonin Artaud
Antonin Artaud. La petite mélancolie
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Antonin Artaud
Antonin Artaud. Les Illusions de l’âme 1946
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Pierre Courtens
Pierre Courtens. Portrait d’Antonin Artaud 1946-1947. Scan personnel de la Revue Oblique numéros 10-11, 1976
Antonin Artaud
Antonin Artaud. Autoportrait 1948
Antonin Artaud
Antonin Artaud (1896 – 1948). La projection du véritable corps. Mine graphite et craie de couleur grasse sur papier
Antonin Artaud
Antonin Artaud. “La coquille et le clergyman” 1928. Photographie de plateau. Collection Paule Thévenin. Scan personnel de la revue Obliques numéros 10-11, 1976
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