Antonin Artaud’s last large-scale work, published in its complete form in English for the first time. Foreword by John Zorn.
from myself / to myself / who is it that comes / and who is it that goes?
The human face has not yet found its face.
Everything must be arranged to a hair in a fulminating order.
Me, Antonin Artaud, I am my son, my father, my mother, and me.
This tongue between four gums,
this meat between two knees,
this piece of hole
for madmen.