One is straight away struck by a paucity of words availed to expound this chanced-upon poiesis born in crevasses of cultural hybridity and nourished in the no man's lands of ascetic transmutation

Laubies, Aphorism No. 4

Hostility always stimulates me.
With nothing to lose, I have the taste to displease.
It is not out of pride, but seeing what they like,
one is delighted most by being detested

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L'hostilité m'a toujours stimule.
N'ayant rien à perdre, j'ai le gout de déplaire.
Ce n'est pas par orgueil, mais voyant ce qu'ils aiment,
on est top heureux d'être détesté. 

Laubies, Ritratti e Aforismi | Portraits et Aphorismes  
[bilingual, Italian and French], Morgana Edizioni, Firenze, 2001

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