Don’t tire yourself more than need be, even at the price of founding a culture on the fatigue of your bones.
ANTONIN ARTAUDI prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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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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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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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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Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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To break through language in order to touch life is to create or re-create the theater.
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Excuse my absolute freedom. I refuse to make a distinction between any of the moments of myself.
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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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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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Actors are athletes of the heart.
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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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Admittedly or not, conscious or unconscious, the poetic state, a transcendent experience of life, is what the public is fundamentally seeking through love, crime, drugs, war, or insurrection.
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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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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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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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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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