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
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.
However fiercely opposed one may be to the present order, an old respect for the idea of order itself often read more
However fiercely opposed one may be to the present order, an old respect for the idea of order itself often prevents people from distinguishing between order and those who stand for order, and leads them in practice to respect individuals under the pretext of respecting order itself.
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.
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