My dreams are mostly a liquid. I am immersed in sorts of nauseous waters where blood-red films toss and turn. I never rise up to the level of certain impressions, whether in my dreams or in real life. I am never settled in the continuity of my life. My dreams are offered no escape, no refuse or guide. Truly the rankness of my severed limbs.
Besides, I am too resigned about my thought to be interested in anything that goes on in it. I ask for one thing only: to be locked away in my thought for good.
And as to the physical appearance of my dreams, I told you, a liquid.
Antonin Artaud, 'The Bad Dreamer', from Collected Works (Volume 1)
Besides, I am too resigned about my thought to be interested in anything that goes on in it. I ask for one thing only: to be locked away in my thought for good.
And as to the physical appearance of my dreams, I told you, a liquid.
Antonin Artaud, 'The Bad Dreamer', from Collected Works (Volume 1)
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Encyclopedia Britannica, Flowers at Work, 1956
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With the workers movement, this left-wing radical intelligentsia has nothing in common. It is, rather, a phenomenon of bourgeois decomposition . . . The radical-left publicists of the stamp of Kastner, Mehring, or Tucholsky are the proletarian mimicry of decayed bourgeois strata. Their function is to produce, from the political standpoint, not parties but cliques; from the literary standpoint, not schools but fashions; from the economic standpoint, not producers but agents—agents or hacks who make a great display of their poverty, and a banquet out of yawning emptiness.
Walter Benjamin, Left-Wing Melancholy
Walter Benjamin, Left-Wing Melancholy
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