Maxioms by Antonin Artaud
With society and its public, there is no longer any other language than that of bombs, barricades, and all that read more
With society and its public, there is no longer any other language than that of bombs, barricades, and all that follows.
There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium read more
There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him
Never tire yourself more than necessary, even if you have to found a culture on the fatigue of your bones.
Never tire yourself more than necessary, even if you have to found a culture on the fatigue of your bones.
Where there is a stink of shit there is a smell of being
Where there is a stink of shit there is a smell of being
It is thus that the few rare lucid well-disposed people who have had to struggle on the earth find themselves read more
It is thus that the few rare lucid well-disposed people who have had to struggle on the earth find themselves at certain hours of the day or night in the depth of certain authentic and waking nightmare states, surrounded by the formidable suction, the formidable oppression of a kind of civic magic which will soon be seen appearing openly in social behavior.