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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.

Antonin Artaud

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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Breathe Leaving Mindset Ourselves Surrender Time
Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others.
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Death Poet Poetry Reading Worth Writing
I am adding another language to the spoken language, and I am trying to restore to the language of speech its old magic, its essential spellbinding power, for its mysterious possibilities have been forgotten.
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Essential Forget Language Myself Mysterious Possible Talk
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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Instrument Live Shadow Theatre True Way
No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
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Built Exception Hell Paint Writing
All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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Beggar Language Talk True
I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
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Death Hold Live Myself Terror
I am a man by virtue of my hands and my feet, my belly, my heart of meat, my stomach whose knots reunite me to the putrefaction of life.
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Hands Life Man Myself Virtue
I do not work within the confines of any realm. I work in the unique moment of duration.
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Moments Myself Unique Work
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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Form Fragile Life Reach Surface Talk Word
I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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Abandonment Dreams Fever Law Myself Search
If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again.
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Destroy Myself Suicide Togetherness
The race of prophets is extinct. Europe is becoming set in its ways, slowly embalming itself beneath the wrappings of its borders, its factories, its law-courts and its universities. The frozen Mind cracks between the mineral staves which close upon it.
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Extinct Mindset Slow University Way Wrap
Cruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
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Cruelty Decision Strict Theatre
Tragedy on the stage is no longer enough for me, I shall bring it into my own life.
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Enough Life Myself Stage Tragedy
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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Absence Feeling Myself Present Time Work

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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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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