Foul Underpants Stain
georgiasam (Free subscription) | 11/03/2008
Antonin Artaud speaks. It ain't pretty. In fact it’s hair-raising. Is that you Papa Lazarou? I very much suspect so. Hereunder my version of his poem 'Love': As for love we’ve got to be rid of that foul underpants stain drenching the milky way with its load of the selfish, slacker gene. The barrel organ grinding the wind and a raging sea’s head of steam are all the soundtrack you’ll get...

















