Antonin Artaud

Ah! How neatly tied, in these people, is the umbilical cord of morality! Since they left their mothers they have read more

Ah! How neatly tied, in these people, is the umbilical cord of morality! Since they left their mothers they have never sinned, have they? They are apostles, they are the descendants of priests; one can only wonder from what source they draw their indignation, and above all how much they have pocketed to do this, and in any case what it has done for them.

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.

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

All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar's teeth.

All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar's teeth.

Hell is of this world and there are men who are unhappy escapees from hell, escapees destined ETERNALLY to reenact read more

Hell is of this world and there are men who are unhappy escapees from hell, escapees destined ETERNALLY to reenact their escape.