Artaud to U. G.

[rowens]

Artaud to U. G. 



Burn the calamity witch of the value system
down to bare perception of nerves,
nerves are perception
else there are no nerves,
burn down to perception.
Let perception flow,
this is the water,
the fluid of the glands.
A pit of air in and between.
The meat is exploitation food.
Meatracks deadalive, watchfiends consciousness.
Each element is its own perception,
body, monstrum, 
O chimera!
Let the Heart sing,
no just, no try,
don't be a Respectable Man,
life isn't a puzzle.

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Artaud to U. G. 



Burn the calamity witch of the value system
down to bare perception of nerves,
nerves are perception
else there are no nerves,
burn down to perception.
Let perception flow,
this is the water,
the fluid of the glands.
A pit of air in and between.   ? 
The meat is exploitation food.
Meatracks deadalive, watchfiends consciousness.
Each element is its own perception,
body, monstrum, 
O chimera!
Let the Heart sing,
no just, no try,
don't be a Respectable Man,
life isn't a puzzle.

[rowens]

As the Frenchman screams to the Indian, embrace nonreactive critique, and leave the jagged edges of the dross to free the message of aesthetic dignity.

You've abstracted the poem from the pool of vomit that spontaneously manifested. The dogma is the theme that brackets the poem.