In consciousness dwells the wondrous, with it man attains the realm beyond the material, and the Peyote tells us, where to find it.
ANTONIN ARTAUDDestroy 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.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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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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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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Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others.
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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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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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Cruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
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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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I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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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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Actors are athletes of the heart.
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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 am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
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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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Poetry is a dissociating and anarchic force which through analogy, associations and imagery, thrives on the destruction of known relationships.
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This is why true beauty never strikes us directly. The setting sun is beautiful because of all it makes us lose.
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