Sunday, 24 February 2013

The Hundred-Headless Woman

"To poetry, the poet is a wolf. He fights it, overcomes it and tears it apart with his fine teeth and long claws. He feeds upon it. Like an eternal battle, or the merciless combat of lovers, a passion as strong as hatred and death both unites the poet and his ideal mistress and sets them against each other. Without this taste for murder and blood there can be no valid creation in this territory."   - Robert Desnos

(Undercover Surrealism, George Bataille and DOCUMENTS)

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