How hard it is, when everything encourages us to sleep, though we may look about us with conscious, clinging eyes, to wake and yet look about us as in a dream, with eyes that no longer know their function and whose gaze is turned in¬ward. (11)
Antonin Artaud--The Theater and Its Double (NY: Grove Press, 1958)
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Which Bauhaus? All that is reverberating in my head is "Bel Lugosi is Dead" and "Telegram Sam"?
Thanks Mason... I'll have to look for that one...
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