He stood up in the taxi and, stretching out his arms, he pointed to the crowded streets: “The revolution will come soon. All this will be destroyed. The world must be destroyed. It is corrupt, and full of ugliness. It is full of mummies, I tell you. Roman decadence. Death.
Artaud sat in the Coupole pouring out poetry, talking of magic, “I am Heliogabalus, the mad Roman emperor,” because he becomes everything he writes about. In the taxi he pushed his hair back from a ravaged face. The beauty of the summer day did not touch him.
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I wanted a theatre that would be like a shock treatment, galvanise, shock people into feeling" - Anaïs Nin on Artaud
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