Tragedy on the stage is no longer enough for me, I shall bring it into my own life. - Antonin Artaud

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 tentacular oppression of a kind of civic magic which will soon be seen appearing openly in social behavior.

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.