Cruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
ANTONIN ARTAUDThe 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.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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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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Squander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.
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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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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 prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born.
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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 myself am an absolute abyss.
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I have need of angels. Enough hell has swallowed me for too many years. But finally understand this–I have burned up one hundred thousand human lives already, from the strength of my pain.
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In consciousness dwells the wondrous, with it man attains the realm beyond the material, and the Peyote tells us, where to find it.
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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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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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The actor is an athlete of the heart.
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Actors are athletes of the heart.
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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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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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