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
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.
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.
