artaud-bare-earth

I prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born.

“A bee upon a briar-rose hung
And wild with pleasure suck’d and kiss’d;
A flesh-fly near, with snout in dung,
Sneer’d, ‘What a Transcendentalist!’”

Coventry Patmore | “The Flesh-Fly and the Bee”