You have no idea what a hell awaits this world…a hell very few will survive… Not a single stone will be left standing of our generation or our age… We are a new Atlantis which is being inundated by a ferocious flood, along with all our theories with which we tried unsuccessfully to subdue life and to plumb its mysterious mechanism; with our hysterical catastrophism, as refined and heady as that whole decadent epoch of ours searching in vain for its compass, a cursed epoch; with our Schöngeist so foreign to the social activism of the truly contemporary man…I feel as if I, too, am nearing the end, along with that epoch—I, who was always obsessed by a frantic desire to suck all the magic out of life and to discover its mystery, to transcend its laws and penetrate its most essential meaning.
—Witkiewicz, in a conversation with a friend shortly before committing suicide in 1939

in tribute to this compelling catastrophist, I have opened a new tribe dedicated to his memory at witkacy.tribe.net

Besides leaving a wealth of plays and novels, there are any number of bizarre portraits and self-portraits bearing the Witkacy imprint. A true multi-median, 50 years ahead of his time!