Andre Breton
As the steamer pulls away from the dock, this day at Marseilles, leaving France, leaving the world as I know it, the sun is high in the east. The sun has already begun its course around the globe. But the sun is not moving. We are moving in the ship
RETURN OF THE CHOPPED HAND
From a long line of rebels, of savages struggling against the Inquisition, the will to power, the will to imperialism, the endless Inquisition, the dividing up of the Motherland: the Chopped Hand.
The Chopped Hand against the troops of the Empire, the occupiers. I am Jose Castilla, el Mano Cortado. I fight the theft of language, the ill-begotten riches of history, one-handed against death. One- handed against the fictitious freedom of the half-cast, the lies of the church