“Love, that furnace into which everything is dropped.”
— James Salter
Love is a fire.
It burns everyone.
It disfigures everyone.
It is the world’s excuse
for being ugly.
— Leonard Cohen, “Love Is A Fire”
Public: Released June 23, 1998
There are souls that are incurable and lost to the rest of society. Deprive them of one means of folly, they will invent ten thousand others. They will create subtler, wilder methods, methods that are absolutely desperate. Nature herself is fundamentally antisocial, it is only by a usurpation of powers that the organized body of society opposes the natural inclination of humanity.
If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again. Suicide will be for me only one means of violently reconquering myself, of brutally invading my being, of anticipating the unpredictable approaches of God. By suicide, I reintroduce my design in nature, I shall for the first time give things the shape of my will.
- Antonin Artaud, General Security: The Liquidation of Opium