林其蔚 LINCHIWEI

Lin-Chi-Wei read "Pour en finir avec le jugement de Dieu" of Antonin Artaud for the THTP Project [ Treasure Hill Tea + Photo ],the adapted chinese version was specially wrote for the site. 13,Sep,2006:On the windy hill of this very special social maginals/mainlandchinese refugees' irregular building's Area,which the Department of Cultural Affairs is about to chase away the inhabitants here in order to construct an art village -The officials envy the extremely primitive,organic beauty of these anarchic constructions which symbolize the life itself,they want to keep the beauty in the bottle of formalin and conserve it well in the Palais of the Arts.... see also http://www.treasurehill.org.tw/

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Original Text of

To Have Done with the Judgement of God (1947)

NOTE:This english version of "Pour en finir avec le jugement de Dieu" is not the adapted version Lin-Chi-Wei rewrote by himself.

kré

puc te

kré

Everything must

puk te

pek

be arranged

li le

kre

to a hair

pek ti le

e

in a fulminating

kruk

pte

order.

I learned yesterday

(I must be behind the times, or perhaps it's only a false rumor,

one of those pieces of spiteful gossip that are circulated between

sink and latrine at the hour when meals that have been ingurgitated

one more time are thrown in the slop buckets),

I learned yesterday

one of the most sensational of those official practices of American

public schools

which no doubt account for the fact that this country believes itself

to be in the vanguard of progress,

It seems that, among the examinations or tests required of a child

entering public school for the first time, there is the so-called

seminal fluid or sperm test,

which consists of asking this newly entering child for a small

amount of his sperm so it can be placed in a jar

and kept ready for any attempts at artificial insemination that

might later take place.

For Americans are finding more and more that they lack muscle

and children,

that is, not workers

but soldiers,

and they want at all costs and by every possible means to make

and manufacture soldiers

with a view to all the planetary wars which might later take place,

and which would be intended to demonstrate by the overwhelming

virtues of force

the superiority of American products,

and the fruits of American sweat in all fields of activity and of the

superiority of the possible dynamism of force.

Because one must produce,

one must by all possible means of activity replace nature

wherever it can be replaced,

one must find a major field of action for human inertia,

the worker must have something to keep him busy,

new fields of activity must be created,

in which we shall see at last the reign of all the fake manufactured

products,

of all the vile synthetic substitutes

in which beatiful real nature has no part,

and must give way finally and shamefully before all the victorious

substitute products

in which the sperm of all artificial insemination factories

will make a miracle

in order to produce armies and battleships.

No more fruit, no more trees, no more vegetables, no more plants

pharmaceutical or otherwise and consequently no more food,

but synthetic products to satiety,

amid the fumes,

amid the special humors of the atmosphere, on the particular axes

of atmospheres wrenched violently and synthetically from the

resistances of a nature which has known nothing of war except fear.

And war is wonderful, isn't it?

For it's war, isn't it, that the Americans have been preparing for

and are preparing for this way step by step.

In order to defend this senseless manufacture from all competition

that could not fail to arise on all sides,

one must have soldiers, armies, airplanes, battleships,

hence this sperm

which it seems the governments of America have had the effrontery

to think of.

For we have more than one enemy

lying in wait for us, my son,

we, the born capitalists,

and among these enemies

Stalin's Russia

which also doesn't lack armed men.

All this is very well,

but I didn't know the Americans were such a warlike people.

In order to fight one must get shot at

and although I have seen many Americans at war

they always had huge armies of tanks, airplanes, battleships

that served as their shield.

I have seen machines fighting a lot

but only infinitely far

behind

them have I seen the men who directed them.

Rather than people who feed their horses, cattle, and mules the

last tons of real morphine they have left and replace it with

substitutes made of smoke,

I prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from

which they were born

I mean the Tarahumara

eating Peyote off the ground

while they are born,

and who kill the sun to establish the kingdom of black night,

and who smash the cross so that the spaces of spaces can never

again meet and cross.

And so you are going to hear the dance of TUTUGURI.