Nowhere, no doubt, from one end to the other of the regions inhabited by the bourgeoisie, is there anything going on that is noticeably different from the rest, from the past, from political traditions, from literary traditions; nevertheless, and moreover without attaching any other importance to it, I can say that from now on it is impossible to retreat and hide in the “wonderland” of Poetry without being publicly condemned as a coward.
Georges Bataille, “The Lugubrious Game” from Documents 7, 1929
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