BauHaus - Antonin Artaud



The young man held a gun to the head of God

Stick this holy cow

put the audience in action

let the slaughtered take a bow



The old man's words, white hot knives

slicing through warm butter

the butter is the heart

the rancid pealing soul



Scratch pictures on asylum walls

broken nails and matchsticks

hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic

RED FIX



On mans poison another mans meat

one mans agony another mans treat

Artaud living with his neck placed

firmly in the noose

eyes black with pain

limbs in cramps, contorted

the theatre and its double

the void and the aborted