Maxioms by Antonin Artaud
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.
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
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.
It is not opium which makes me work but its absence, and in order for me to feel its absence read more
It is not opium which makes me work but its absence, and in order for me to feel its absence it must from time to time be present.
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.