I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I no longer think about it, I am. Everything that was literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, thank God. This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, and defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants of God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty

Summary

In this quote, the speaker emphasizes their state of having nothing - no money, resources, or hopes. Paradoxically, they proclaim themselves to be the happiest person alive. They distance themselves from their previous identity as an artist and claim their current existence as art itself, free from the constraints of literature. The speaker denounces their work as libelous, defamatory, and insulting. By rejecting conventional notions of art, they express rebellion against societal constructs and challenge established beliefs about God, humanity, destiny, time, love, and beauty.

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