“Automatic poetry comes straight out of the poet's bowels or out of any other of his organs that has accumulated reserves... He crows, swears, moans, stammers, yodels, according to his mood... His poems are like nature; they stink, laugh, and rhyme like nature. Foolishness, or at least what men calls foolishness is as precious to him as a sublime piece of rhetoric. For in nature a broken twig is equal in beauty and importance to the clouds and the stars.”

—  Hans Arp

Source: 1940s, Abstract Art, Concrete Art (c. 1942), p. 118-119

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Alsatian, sculptor, painter, poet and abstract artist 1886–1966

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