André Breton (1896.1966)
Autograph manuscript – Forneret. Nothing (for the benefit of the poor)
<a i=0>André Breton copies an extract from Xavier Forneret's famous collection published on his own in 1836,</a> <a i=1>Rien</a> <a i=2>, and concludes his note with a note of wonder:</a> <a i=3>“</a> <a i=4>Poetically admirable</a> <a i=5>,”</a> <a i=6>testifying to the interest shown in the</a> <a i=7>Black Man</a> <a i=8>by the surrealist group .</a>
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« I poured blood into a skull, carved a hand bone to write with, wiped that bone in dead hair. »
André Breton copies an extract from Xavier Forneret's famous collection published on his own in 1836, Rien , and concludes his note with a note of wonder: “ Poetically admirable ,” testifying to the interest shown in the Black Man by the surrealist group .
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Byron and Young talk on a stormy night.
“Well, Byron, this is a beautiful night, full of storms, full of voices from tombs and ghosts. Do you hear the windows cracking, the rain pouring? Isn't it beautiful?
– Yes, said Byron, I have often had the soul equal to this upheaval, when I wrote.
– Often I, continues Young, have sat on wasted ribs, and still, still in frame; I poured blood into a skull, carved a hand bone for writing, wiped this bone in a dead hair. One day, one evening, one night, I happened to be too heavy, and the skeleton that carried me broke. Then my body placed itself in his stomach, and his ribs gathered together on my stomach, after their break, like springs that give way, like a trebuchet that catches. The skull topped my head, the red ink soaked my face, and my pen was lost. I wanted to stay four days locked in this kind of cage, with the cap on my head and the spots on my face. Another bone was found for me. I had all my windows closed during these four days; a lamp, covered with purple glass, flamed incessantly in my room, and I traced my twelfth night. “
Poetically admirable . Precursor of St Pol Roux.