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.
ANTONIN ARTAUDI 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.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
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I do not work within the confines of any realm. I work in the unique moment of duration.
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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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Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others.
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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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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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[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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So long as we have failed to eliminate any of the causes of human despair, we do not have the right to try to eliminate those means by which man tries to cleanse himself of despair.
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So society has strangled in its asylums all those it wanted to get rid of or protect itself from, because they refused to become its accomplices in certain great nastinesses.
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Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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You are quite unnecessary, young man!
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I prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born.
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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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The fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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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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