Maxioms by Antonin Artaud
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.
There are souls that are incurable and lost to the rest of society. Deprive them of one means of folly, read more
There are souls that are incurable and lost to the rest of society. Deprive them of one means of folly, they will invent ten thousand others. They will create subtler, wilder methods, methods that are absolutely DESPERATE. Nature herself is fundamentally antisocial, it is only by a usurpation of powers that the organized body of society opposes the natural inclination of humanity.
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.
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.