Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
ANTONIN ARTAUD
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Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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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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Leave the caves of being. Come. The mind breathes outside the mind. The time has come to abandon your lodgings. Surrender to the Universal Thought. The Marvelous is at the root of the mind.
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The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
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I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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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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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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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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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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I myself am an absolute abyss.
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In our present state of degeneration it is through the skin that metaphysics must be made to re-enter our minds.
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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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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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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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No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
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