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.
ANTONIN ARTAUDPoetry is a dissociating and anarchic force which through analogy, associations and imagery, thrives on the destruction of known relationships.
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I have need of angels. Enough hell has swallowed me for too many years. But finally understand this–I have burned up one hundred thousand human lives already, from the strength of my pain.
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This is why true beauty never strikes us directly. The setting sun is beautiful because of all it makes us lose.
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Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others.
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Actors are athletes of the heart.
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I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself.
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There is nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death.
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Poetry is a dissociating and anarchic force which through analogy, associations and imagery, thrives on the destruction of known relationships.
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The true theater, because it moves and makes use of living instruments, continues to stir up shadows where life has never ceased to grope its way.
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I do not like detached creation. Neither can I conceive of the mind as detached from itself. Each of my works, each diagram of myself, each glacial flowering of my inmost soul dribbles over me.
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No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
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Before our eyes is fought a battle of symbols, for there can be theatre only from the moment when the impossible really begins and when the poetry that occurs on the stage sustains and superheats the realized symbols.
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Squander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.
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Leave the caves of being. Come. The mind breathes outside the mind. The time has come to abandon your lodgings. Surrender to the Universal Thought. The Marvelous is at the root of the mind.
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You are quite unnecessary, young man!
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I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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