william pritchard. poet. mystic. healer. arisen from the ashes. walking between the worlds.
william pritchard. poet. mystic. healer. arisen from the ashes. walking between the worlds.
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Le loup criait sous les feuilles
En crachant les belles plumes
De son repas de volailles:
Comme lui je me consume.
traduction en anglais:
The wolf cried under the leaves
As he spat out fine feathers
Of his meal of foul:
Like him I consume myself.
excerpt from Une Saison en Enfer by Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud. Skin by Mika Mae Jones.
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Leave everything. Leave Dada. Leave your wife. Leave your mistress. Leave your hopes and fears. Leave your children in the woods. Leave the substance for the shadow. Leave your easy life, leave what you are given for the future. Set off on the roads.
André Breton (1896-1966), French Surrealist. “Lâchez tout!” Les Pas Perdus (1924).
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“Try.Fail.Repeat.” 2012, colored pencils on paper, cm 45x45
(20120212)
[…] an even more frightening way, to attack the freedom of the will. If the ultimate purpose of total strategy is to destroy the will to resist, hallucinogenic drugs (LSD, marijuana, peyote, etc.) may provide the primary weapon. Military power, economic power, and persuasive power, after all, attack the will only obliquely; “pot” assaults it directly. What is more lethargic than a satisfied drug addict?
The [Woodstock Festival of 1969], he observed, took on the aspect of a concentration camp stocked with free drugs and staffed by charming guards.
”— Colonel Ralph L. Giddings, Jr., USA (Ret), 1971 Essay Power, Strategy and Will
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