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Life consists of burning up questions.

Antonin Artaud

With society and its public, there is no longer any other language than that of bombs, barricades, and all that follows.
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Follow Language Public Society
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 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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Book Leadership Myself Open Reality Writing
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
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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Artistic Flame Hell Ourselves Time Victim
The fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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Language Noise Ruin Theatre Writing
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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Art Ideas Mistake Ourselves Poetry Power
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
I prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born.
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Born Earth Food Myself People Preference
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
We must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.
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Human Literature Ourselves
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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Conversation Hang Morning Myself
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 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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Angel Human Live Need Pain Strength Swallow Understand
Hell is of this world and there are men who are unhappy escapees from hell, escapees destined ETERNALLY to reenact their escape.
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Escape Forever Hell Man World

Life consists of burning up questions.

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