Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others.
ANTONIN ARTAUDThere are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
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I am a man by virtue of my hands and my feet, my belly, my heart of meat, my stomach whose knots reunite me to the putrefaction of life.
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I am adding another language to the spoken language, and I am trying to restore to the language of speech its old magic, its essential spellbinding power, for its mysterious possibilities have been forgotten.
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Cruelty signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.
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The truth of life lies in the impulsiveness of matter. The mind of man has been poisoned by concepts. Do not ask him to be content, ask him only to be calm, to believe that he has found his place. But only the madman is really calm.
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There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.
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I see in the act of throwing the dice and of risking the affirmation of some intuitively felt truth, however uncertain, my whole reason for living.
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In consciousness dwells the wondrous, with it man attains the realm beyond the material, and the Peyote tells us, where to find it.
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If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again.
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I know each conversation with a psychiatrist in the morning made me want to hang myself because I knew I could not strangle him.
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In our present state of degeneration it is through the skin that metaphysics must be made to re-enter our minds.
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There are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel.
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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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The idea of a detached art, of poetry as a charm which exists only to distract our leisure, is a decadent idea and an unmistakable symptom of our power to castrate.
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