I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
ANTONIN ARTAUDA tainted society has invented psychiatry to defend itself against the investigations of certain superior intellects whose faculties of divination would be troublesome.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself.
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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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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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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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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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Tragedy on the stage is no longer enough for me, I shall bring it into my own life.
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The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
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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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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.
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Cruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
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Poetry is a dissociating and anarchic force which through analogy, associations and imagery, thrives on the destruction of known relationships.
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I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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How hard is it, when everything encourages us to sleep, though we may look about us with conscious, clinging eyes, to wake and yet look about us as in a dream, with eyes that no longer know their function and whose gaze is turned inward.
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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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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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