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.
ANTONIN ARTAUDWe do not die because we have to die; we die because one day, and not so long ago, our consciousness was forced to deem it necessary.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
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If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again.
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Don’t tire yourself more than need be, even at the price of founding a culture on the fatigue of your bones.
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I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself.
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I myself am an absolute abyss.
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I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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I do not like detached creation. Neither can I conceive of the mind as detached from itself. Each of my works, each diagram of myself, each glacial flowering of my inmost soul dribbles over me.
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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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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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Cruelty signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.
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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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We must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.
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A real theatrical experience shakes the calm of the senses, liberates the compressed unconscious and drives towards a kind of potential revolt.
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The actor is an athlete of the heart.
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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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