Cruelty signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.
ANTONIN ARTAUDThe 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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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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There are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel.
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There is nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death.
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The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
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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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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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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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No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
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In consciousness dwells the wondrous, with it man attains the realm beyond the material, and the Peyote tells us, where to find it.
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If our life lacks a constant magic it is because we choose to observe our acts and lose ourselves in consideration of their imagined form and meaning, instead of being impelled by their force.
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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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Squander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.
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We 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.
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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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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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Like all magic cultures expressed by appropriate hieroglyphs, the true theater has its shadows too, and, of all languages and all arts, the theater is the only one left whose shadows have shattered their limitations.
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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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I do not work within the confines of any realm. I work in the unique moment of duration.
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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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Actors are athletes of the heart.
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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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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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Those who live, live off the dead.
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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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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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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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