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“living is so uncomfortable. Everything pinches: the body demands, the spirit doesn’t stop, living is like being tired and not being able to sleep—living is bothersome. You can’t walk naked either in body or in spirit.”

“I who am sick with the human condition. I revolt: I no longer want to be a person.
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I am being joyful in this very instant because I refuse to be defeated:
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As a matter of fact I don’t want to die. I rebel against “God.” Let’s not die as a dare?”

“Now I shall write you everything that comes into my mind with the least possible amount of policing. Because I feel attracted to the unknown. But as long as I have myself I won’t be alone. It’s going to start: I’m going to grab the present in every phrase that dies. Now:”

“I even cry gently out of sadness. Then I get up and start again. I just won’t tell you a story now is because in that case it would be prostitution.”

“But I don’t know how to capture what’s happening now except by living everything that happens to me here and now and whatever it may be. I let the free horse run fiery in its pure noble joy. I, who run nervously and only reality delimits me.”

“When I paint I respect the material I use, I respect its primordial fate. So when I write you I respect the syllables.”

“[…] I have started to communicate so strongly with you that I stopped being while still existing. You became an I. It’s so hard to speak and say things that can’t be said. It’s so silent. How to translate the silence of the real encounter between the two of us?

What am I doing in writing to you? trying to photograph perfume.”


Oh my Clarice….

“I was born hard, heroic, alone, and standing. And I found my counterpoint in the landscape without picturesqueness and without beauty. Ugliness is my banner of war. I love the ugly with the love of equals. And I defy death. I—I am my own death. And no one goes further.”

“In the early hours I awake full of fruit. Who will come to gather the fruit of my life? If not you and I myself? Why is it that things an instant before they happen already seem to have happened? It’s because of the simultaneity of time. And so I ask you questions and these will be many. Because I am a question.”

“At half past three in the morning I woke up. And immediately elastic I jumped out of bed. I came to write you. I mean: be.”

(Midnight creation, wake me tonight!)