There are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel.
ANTONIN ARTAUDWhen 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.
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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I do not work within the confines of any realm. I work in the unique moment of duration.
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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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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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The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
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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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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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To break through language in order to touch life is to create or re-create the theater.
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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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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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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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No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
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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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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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The idea of a detached art, of poetry as a charm which exists only to distract our leisure, is a decadent idea and an unmistakable symptom of our power to castrate.
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