#artuad

Today we created 3 still images which has a theme of Artuadian. By doing this myself and the group managed to make more of an understanding about Artaud and his way of creating traumatic pieces.

To evaluate on this we focused on our expressions and body positions to give the impression and theme of anger, shock and twisted.

Effort is a cruelty, existence through effort is a cruelty. Rising from his repose and extending himself into being, Brahma suffers, with a suffering that yields joyous harmonics perhaps, but which at the ultimate extremity of the curve can only be expressed by a terrible crushing and grinding.

There is in life's flame, life's appetite, life's irrational impulsion, a kind of initial perversity: the desire characteristic of Eros is cruelty since it feeds upon contingencies; death is cruelty, resurrection is cruelty, transfiguration is cruelty, since nowhere in a circular and closed world is there room for true death, since ascension is a rending, since closed space is fed with lives, and each stronger life tramples down the others, consuming them in a massacre which is a transfiguration and a bliss. In the manifested world, metaphysically speaking, evil is a permanent law, and what is good is an effort and already one more cruelty added to the other.

...It is cruelty that cements matter together, cruelty that molds the features of the created world. Good is always upon the outer face, but the face within is evil. Evil which will eventually be reduced, but at the supreme instant when everything that was form will be on the point of returning to chaos.

There where it smells of shit it smells of being. Man could just as well not have shat, not have opened the anal pouch, but he chose to shit as he would have chosen to live instead of consenting to live dead.

Because in order not to make caca, he would have had to consent not to be, but he could not make up his mind to lose being, that is, to die alive.

There is in being something particularly tempting for man and this something is none other than CACA. (Roaring here.)

To exist one need only let oneself be, but to live, one must be someone, to be someone, one must have a BONE, not be afraid to show the bone, and to lose the meat in the process.

Man has always preferred meat to the earth of bones. Because there was only earth and wood of bone, and he had to earn his meat, there was only iron and fire and no shit, and man was afraid of losing shit or rather he desired shit and, for this, sacrificed blood.

In order to have shit, that is, meat, where there was only blood and a junkyard of bones and where there was no being to win but where there was only life to lose.

o reche modo to edire di za tau dari do padera coco

At this point, man withdrew and fled.

Then the animals ate him.

It was not a rape, he lent himself to the obscene meal.

He relished it, he learned himself to act like an animal and to eat rat daintily.

And where does this foul debasement come from? The fact that the world is not yet formed, or that man has only a small idea of the world and wants to hold on to it forever?

This comes from the fact that man, one fine day, stopped the idea of the world.

Two paths were open to him: that of the infinite without, that of the infinitesimal within.

And he chose the infinitesimal within. Where one need only squeeze the spleen, the tongue, the anus or the glans.

And god, god himself squeezed the movement.

Is God a being? If he is one, he is shit. If he is not one he does not exist.

But he does not exist, except as the void that approaches with all its forms whose most perfect image is the advance of an incalculable group of crab lice.

"You are mad Mr. Artaud, what about the mass?"

I deny baptism and the mass. There is no human act, on the internal erotic level, more pernicious than the descent of the so-called jesus-christ onto the altars.

No one will believe me and I can see the public shrugging its shoulders but the so-called christ is none other than he who in the presence of the crab louse god consented to live without a body, while an army of men descended from a cross, to which god thought he had long since nailed them, has revolted, and, armed with steel, with blood, with fire, and with bones, advances, reviling the Invisible to have done with GOD'S JUDGMENT.