Reeling into a spiral
"I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas"
Reblogged from whyexistence
“If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself, but to put myself back together again. Suicide will be for me only one means of violently reconquering myself, of brutally invading my being, of anticipating the unpredictable approaches of God. By suicide, I reintroduce my design in nature, I shall for the first time give things the shape of my will.”
— Antonin Artaud, “On Suicide,” no. 1, Le Disque Vert (1925)
"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."
Reblogged from grandejouissance
Antonin Artaud, Van Gogh le suicidé de la société (via grandejouissance)
Reblogged from f-l-e-u-r-d-e-l-y-s
Tristan’s Ascension (The Sound of a Mountain Under a Waterfall), 2005 by Bill Viola
