Artaud, Deleuze, and the Will to Nothingness

I close the eyes of my intelligence, and giving voice to the unformulated within me, I offer myself the sense of having wrested from the unknown something real. I believe in spontaneous conjurations. On the paths along which my blood draws me, it cannot be that one day I will not discover a truth.[1] Antonin Artaud... Continue Reading →

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