It simply unfurls and expands this world (the only one): drained of its opacity... ASR

A small incomplete history of the rebellious apple that I wrote for new french journal, ANTICHAMBRE de la SUBSTANCE RAYONNANTE, edited by Edgar Sarin.

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Breaking the Waves; Hamlet, Prometheus

'Tis not alone, my inky cloak, good mother,

Nor customary suits of solemn black,

Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,

No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,

Nor the dejected havior of the visage,

Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,

That can denote me truly. These indeed seem,

For they are actions that a man might play,

But I have that within which passes show;

These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

Hamlet, Scene II, lines 77-86

Here I sit, forming men
in my own image,
a race to be like me,
to suffer, to weep,
to delight and to rejoice
and to defy you
as I do


Goethe, Prometheus