My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Artaud is the whole point. It’s because I hate him and I’m building an arsenal against him shelf by shelf and I’m turning nothing over to him. He is an eatereatereatereater.
…It’s the spider-web sanctuary,
the onouric tuft
of where-ere the sail,
the anal plate of anayou
(You’re not taking anything away, god,
because it’s me.
You’ve never taken anything like this away from me.
I’m writing it here fo rthe first time,
I’m finding it for the first time.)…
(The Return of Artaud, le Momo, 523)