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And if there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames.

Antonin Artaud

The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
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Guide Instint Practice
A tainted society has invented psychiatry to defend itself against the investigations of certain superior intellects whose faculties of divination would be troublesome.
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Asylum Defend Divine Intellectual Society Trouble
The fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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Language Noise Ruin Theatre Writing
There are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel.
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Character Sex Theatre
How hard is it, when everything encourages us to sleep, though we may look about us with conscious, clinging eyes, to wake and yet look about us as in a dream, with eyes that no longer know their function and whose gaze is turned inward.
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Encouragement Function Hard Ourselves Sleep Wake Up
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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Beyond Consciousness Finding Man Material Ourselves Wonder
A real theatrical experience shakes the calm of the senses, liberates the compressed unconscious and drives towards a kind of potential revolt.
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Drive Experience Kind Liberty Potential Reality Revolution Shake
I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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Abandonment Dreams Fever Law Myself Search
Life consists of burning up questions.
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Burning Consist Life One Liner Question
Poetry is a dissociating and anarchic force which through analogy, associations and imagery, thrives on the destruction of known relationships.
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Destruction Force Image Poetry Relationahip Thrive
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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Art Ideas Mistake Ourselves Poetry Power
Like all magic cultures expressed by appropriate hieroglyphs, the true theater has its shadows too, and, of all languages and all arts, the theater is the only one left whose shadows have shattered their limitations.
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Art Culture Expression Language Limitation Magic Oneself Shatter Theatre
Admittedly or not, conscious or unconscious, the poetic state, a transcendent experience of life, is what the public is fundamentally seeking through love, crime, drugs, war, or insurrection.
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Conscious Crime Drugs Experience Fundamental Poetry Public War
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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Believe Himself Life Man Mindset Place Poison Truth
[defines a madman as] a man who preferred to become mad,in the socially accepted sense of the word, rather than forfeit a certain superior idea of human honor.
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Definition Honor Ideas Man Preference Superior
All writing is garbage. People who come out of nowhere to try and put into words any part of what goes on in their minds are pigs.
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Mindset People Poet Quality Word Writing

And if there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames.

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And if there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames.

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