Stanisław Ignacy Witkiewicz

thumb|Stanisław Ignacy Witkiewicz (1931) Stanisław Ignacy Witkiewicz (24 February 1885 - 18 September 1939), commonly known as Witkacy, was a Polish writer, painter, philosopher, theorist, playwright, novelist, and photographer active before World War I and during the interwar period. Farewell to Autumn (1927) And could God, if he wanted to, create another God, the same - after all, he is omnipotent. Then he wouldn't be bored. And yet it is good, everything is good. What? – maybe not? It's fine, damn it, and whoever says no, I'll punch him in the face! I hate her for having to love her so much. There is nothing great and beautiful except death. What would he give to be able to be, with a clear conscience, a homosexual, an artist, a cocaine addict - in general, an "ist", it doesn't matter what type - he even envied sportsmen's sports mania. And he was just a complicated metaphysical masochist. Drugs Washing the entire skin with soap every day is the duty of everyone who wants to consider themselves human. Why do most people who absolutely shouldn't stink do stink? The Shoemakers (1931-34) And life could be so beautiful, so terribly cool: Kaśka and I, after a whole day of inhuman work, would have a big beer! I want pretty women and lots of beer. And I can only drink two large ones and always with this Kaśka, always with this Kaśka - damn it!... Society is a woman - it must have a male that rapes it. Whore in mayonnaise! What can such a poor guy not come up with! I have to try! You have to have great tact,To finish the third act.It's not an illusion - it's a fact. Description: the last words of a play. Letters to wife But I'm unlucky. Yesterday, when I was pissing in the forest and looking at the landscape, a horsefly bit me in the dick. It swelled up like a balloon and I thought it was going to fall off. But iodine and Staroniewicz saved this valuable utensils for future generations. Today it is only red, but maybe it will fall off. If it falls off, I will send it to you in formaldehyde. I despise everyone and I am so disgusted with the intellectual rabble that it makes me vomit. There are rumors about me, sucked from the big toe of someone's dirty leg. Other quotes Other than that, everything is shit – everything except philosophy, that is. Without her, I'd be just a piece of shit. Letter to Hans Cornelius I must live with everything I have been given, if I am ever unified, it means that I am holding all the scattered sparks that make me up. 622 Downfalls of Bungo or The Demonic Woman External links Category:Novelists from Poland Category:Playwrights from Poland Category:Painters from Poland Category:Philosophers from Poland Category:Photographers from Poland Category:People from Warsaw Category:Suicides Category:1885 births Category:1939 deaths