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.
ANTONIN ARTAUDThe actor is an athlete of the heart.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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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.
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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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Squander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.
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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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You are quite unnecessary, young man!
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I know each conversation with a psychiatrist in the morning made me want to hang myself because I knew I could not strangle him.
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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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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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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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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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Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others.
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Don’t tire yourself more than need be, even at the price of founding a culture on the fatigue of your bones.
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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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I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
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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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