If our life lacks a constant magic it is because we choose to observe our acts and lose ourselves in consideration of their imagined form and meaning, instead of being impelled by their force.
ANTONIN ARTAUDIt is not opium which makes me work but its absence, and in order for me to feel its absence it must from time to time be present.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
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The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
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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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We must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.
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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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Those who live, live off the dead.
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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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The race of prophets is extinct. Europe is becoming set in its ways, slowly embalming itself beneath the wrappings of its borders, its factories, its law-courts and its universities. The frozen Mind cracks between the mineral staves which close upon it.
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You are quite unnecessary, young man!
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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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Cruelty signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.
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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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I would like to write a Book which would drive men mad, which would be like an open door leading them where they would never have consented to go, in short, a door that opens onto reality.
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Life consists of burning up questions.
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