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12.19pm
昨夜看完了Antonin Artaud Anthology, published by City Lights Books in San Francisco in 1965。总的来说,感觉不错,只是觉得诗歌重复太多,都是那种跟世界死磕的钻牛角尖感,可能作者生活使然。有其肮脏的纯洁性,这不同于那些写得貌似很美,实则写作者都是满身铜臭的家伙的作品。不少人写作,都像穿衣戴帽,是为了作秀求赞的。内心内脑是否是一座从不清洗的厕所,谁知道呢,但通过写得很美这一点来说,肯定是一座厕所。写得不美,应该是检验一个作家是否真实的重要标准。

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