““Ritual” might be an acceptable term, if shorn of its overtly religious connotations. For me, breaking taboos became nothing less than a stylistic means. I allowed my body, my self, to be pushed into such extreme situations that certain norms of social behaviour could only appear utterly absurd to me.”

—  Günter Brus

Source: Nervous Stillness on the Horizon (2006), P. 163 (1984)

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