“ No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake. Loose ends, things unrelated, shifts, nightmare journeys, cities arrived at and left, meetings, desertions, betrayals, all manner of unions, adulteries, triumphs, defeats… these are the facts. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ All great art, and today all great artlessness, must appear extreme to the mass of men, as we know them today. It springs from the anguish of great souls. From the souls of men not formed, but deformed in factories whose inspiration is pelf. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ All great art, and today all great artlessness, must appear extreme to the mass of men, as we know them today. It springs from the anguish of great souls. From the souls of men not formed, but deformed in factories whose inspiration is pelf. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ Revolt, my child, revolt is a quick axe cleaving dead wood in the forest by night. The woodsman of the day is the executioner. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake. Loose ends, things unrelated, shifts, nightmare journeys, cities arrived at and left, meetings, desertions, betrayals, all manner of unions, adulteries, triumphs, defeats… these are the facts. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ Revolt, my child, revolt is a quick axe cleaving dead wood in the forest by night. The woodsman of the day is the executioner. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ All great art, and today all great artlessness, must appear extreme to the mass of men, as we know them today. It springs from the anguish of great souls. From the souls of men not formed, but deformed in factories whose inspiration is pelf. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ All great art, and today all great artlessness, must appear extreme to the mass of men, as we know them today. It springs from the anguish of great souls. From the souls of men not formed, but deformed in factories whose inspiration is pelf. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ All great art, and today all great artlessness, must appear extreme to the mass of men, as we know them today. It springs from the anguish of great souls. From the souls of men not formed, but deformed in factories whose inspiration is pelf. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake. Loose ends, things unrelated, shifts, nightmare journeys, cities arrived at and left, meetings, desertions, betrayals, all manner of unions, adulteries, triumphs, defeats… these are the facts. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake. Loose ends, things unrelated, shifts, nightmare journeys, cities arrived at and left, meetings, desertions, betrayals, all manner of unions, adulteries, triumphs, defeats… these are the facts. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ All great art, and today all great artlessness, must appear extreme to the mass of men, as we know them today. It springs from the anguish of great souls. From the souls of men not formed, but deformed in factories whose inspiration is pelf. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake. Loose ends, things unrelated, shifts, nightmare journeys, cities arrived at and left, meetings, desertions, betrayals, all manner of unions, adulteries, triumphs, defeats… these are the facts. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ Revolt, my child, revolt is a quick axe cleaving dead wood in the forest by night. The woodsman of the day is the executioner. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake. Loose ends, things unrelated, shifts, nightmare journeys, cities arrived at and left, meetings, desertions, betrayals, all manner of unions, adulteries, triumphs, defeats… these are the facts. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ All great art, and today all great artlessness, must appear extreme to the mass of men, as we know them today. It springs from the anguish of great souls. From the souls of men not formed, but deformed in factories whose inspiration is pelf. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ Revolt, my child, revolt is a quick axe cleaving dead wood in the forest by night. The woodsman of the day is the executioner. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ Revolt, my child, revolt is a quick axe cleaving dead wood in the forest by night. The woodsman of the day is the executioner. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ All great art, and today all great artlessness, must appear extreme to the mass of men, as we know them today. It springs from the anguish of great souls. From the souls of men not formed, but deformed in factories whose inspiration is pelf. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake. Loose ends, things unrelated, shifts, nightmare journeys, cities arrived at and left, meetings, desertions, betrayals, all manner of unions, adulteries, triumphs, defeats… these are the facts. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake. Loose ends, things unrelated, shifts, nightmare journeys, cities arrived at and left, meetings, desertions, betrayals, all manner of unions, adulteries, triumphs, defeats… these are the facts. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ All great art, and today all great artlessness, must appear extreme to the mass of men, as we know them today. It springs from the anguish of great souls. From the souls of men not formed, but deformed in factories whose inspiration is pelf. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake. Loose ends, things unrelated, shifts, nightmare journeys, cities arrived at and left, meetings, desertions, betrayals, all manner of unions, adulteries, triumphs, defeats… these are the facts. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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“ No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake. Loose ends, things unrelated, shifts, nightmare journeys, cities arrived at and left, meetings, desertions, betrayals, all manner of unions, adulteries, triumphs, defeats… these are the facts. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
- 2.9K
“ Revolt, my child, revolt is a quick axe cleaving dead wood in the forest by night. The woodsman of the day is the executioner. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
“ No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake. Loose ends, things unrelated, shifts, nightmare journeys, cities arrived at and left, meetings, desertions, betrayals, all manner of unions, adulteries, triumphs, defeats… these are the facts. ”
- Alexander Trocchi- Copy
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