Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others. Then we
might even come to see that it is our veneration for what has already been created, however beautiful and valid it may be,
that petrifies us.
—Antonin Artaud, The Theater and Its Double (Grove Press, 1958), translated by Mary Caroline Richards.
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11.03.2015
7.05.2009
bodying forth
We body forth our ideals in personal acts, either alone or with others in society. We body forth felt experience in a poem’s image and sound. We body forth our inner residence in the architecture of our homes and common buildings. We body forth our struggles and our revelations in the space of theatre. That is what form is: the bodying forth. The bodying forth of the living vessel in the shapes of clay.
—M.C. Richards, Centering: in Pottery, Poetry, and the Person (Wesleyan U. Press, 1969) [n.b.: M.C. stands for 'Mary Caroline']
—M.C. Richards, Centering: in Pottery, Poetry, and the Person (Wesleyan U. Press, 1969) [n.b.: M.C. stands for 'Mary Caroline']
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