So society has strangled in its asylums all those it wanted to get rid of or protect itself from, because they refused to become its accomplices in certain great nastinesses.
ANTONIN ARTAUDThe fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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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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I see in the act of throwing the dice and of risking the affirmation of some intuitively felt truth, however uncertain, my whole reason for living.
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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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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
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[defines a madman as] a man who preferred to become mad,in the socially accepted sense of the word, rather than forfeit a certain superior idea of human honor.
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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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The fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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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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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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The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
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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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Squander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.
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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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I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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