“And I told you: no works of art, no
language, no words, no thought, nothing.
Nothing except a sort of incomprehensible
and totally erect stance in the midst of
everything in the mind. And don’t expect
me to tell you what all this is called, and
how many parts it can be divided into;
don’t expect me to tell you its weight;
or to get back in step and start
discussing all this so that I may,
without even realizing it,
start THINKING.”
Antonin Artaud (translated by David Rattray)