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.
ANTONIN ARTAUDSquander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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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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Destroy yourselves, you who are desperate, and you who are tortured in body and soul, abandon all hope. There is no more solace for you in this world. The world lives off your rotting flesh.
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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 do not work within the confines of any realm. I work in the unique moment of duration.
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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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I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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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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When I think about myself, my thought seeks itself in the ether of a new space. I am on the moon as others are on their balconies. I participate in planetary gravitation in the fissures of my mind.
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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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I myself am an absolute abyss.
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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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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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Hell is of this world and there are men who are unhappy escapees from hell, escapees destined ETERNALLY to reenact their escape.
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When we speak the word ‘life,’ it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach.
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It 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.
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