"The artist makes himself a seer, by long, prodigious and rational disordering of senses. Every form of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he consumes all the poisons in him and keeps only their quintessence. This is an unspeakable torture during which he needs all his faith and superhuman strength and during which he becomes the great patient, the great criminal, the great accursed- and the great learned one among men. For he drives at the unknown."
The archive of Ana Vicente: Artworks, readings, writings, thoughts, exhibitions and miscellaneous...
Monday, 9 August 2010
QUOTE- Rimbaud
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