Antonin Artaud...I've been fascinated by him since I was a teenager when I first heard the Bauhaus song about him. He did not separate dreams from reality and thought to do so was folly...he felt that suffering was essential to existence and longed to expose his audience to the harsh realities of life...to shatter their false comforts. He scoffed at the idea of utopia and turned instead towards harshness and suffering, an ecstatic loss of Self. He is everything that I am not, his world frightens me. He is my Shade. He was mad and he was wise. And he made random chickenesque noises just for the hell of it...I love this about him...I think this is going to be a theme for me.
From To Have Done With the Judgement of God by Antonin Artaud
"Man is sick because he is badly constructed.
We must make up our minds to strip him bare in order to scrape off that animalcule that itches him mortally,
god,
and with god
his organs.
For you can tie me up if you wish,
but there is nothing more useless than an organ.
When you will have made him a body without organs,
then you will have delivered him from all his automatic reactions
and restored him to his true freedom.
They you will teach him again to dance wrong side out
as in the frenzy of dance halls
and this wrong side out will be his real place."
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