“Objects, these mysterious suits of armour beneath which desire awaits us, nocturnal and laid bare, these snares made of velvet, of bronze, of gossamer that we throw at ourselves with each step we take; hunter and prey in the shadows of forests, at

“Objects, these mysterious suits of armour beneath which desire awaits us, nocturnal and laid bare, these snares made of velvet, of bronze, of gossamer that we throw at ourselves with each step we take; hunter and prey in the shadows of forests, at

Ghérasim Luca - Cubomanie Iv

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“There&Amp;Rsquo;S No Lack Of Void.” — Samuel Beckett, Waiting For Godot

Richard Vergez

Richard Vergez

Michael Tunk - Smoking Gun

László Szalma

Man Ray, Letter To Tristan Tzara, July 8Th, 1958

Bob May - Explosive Stare

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Ontheedgeofdarkness: Marina Edith Calvo Sul Vassoio, 1997

“Everyone Everywhere Has Always Treated Me Kindly. Rare Is The Man Like Me, I Suspect, Who Has Caused So Few To Raise Their Voice, Wrinkle Their Brow, Or Speak Angrily Or Askance. But The Kindness I’ve Been Shown Has Always Been Devoid Of Affection.

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