Artaud dies

09/29/2005

in In Epistles,Poems

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and his dying sinks like snow. Like spit and glue, who drinks it. Who would not like to know? That after dinner he poured out. Lighting each piece of snow on the windowsill, he placed an empty glass on the windowsill

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