I walked into the Artaud drawings e...

I walked into the Artaud drawings exhibition, September, 1994 Facing me taking up all of united wall was a stenciled presentation of

"Ten years that the language is gone that there has pierceed in its place this atmospheric roar this lightning, facing the aristocratic pressuration of beings, of all the noble beings of the laughing-stock cunt, of the prick, of the lingouette, of the plalouettee plaloulette pactoulette, of the tegumentary trance, of the pellicle, racial nobles of the corporeal erotic, against me simple virgin of the dead body ten years that I one time again blew up the