I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
ANTONIN ARTAUD
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.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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By suicide I introduce my design in nature, I shall for the first time give things the shape of my will … now I choose the direction of my thought and the direction of my faculties, my tendencies, my reality.
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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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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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We do not die because we have to die; we die because one day, and not so long ago, our consciousness was forced to deem it necessary.
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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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You are quite unnecessary, young man!
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Cruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
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I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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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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I do not work within the confines of any realm. I work in the unique moment of duration.
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With society and its public, there is no longer any other language than that of bombs, barricades, and all that follows.
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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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I 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.
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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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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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