No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
ANTONIN ARTAUDWe have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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There are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel.
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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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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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Cruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
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Excuse my absolute freedom. I refuse to make a distinction between any of the moments of myself.
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Poetry is a dissociating and anarchic force which through analogy, associations and imagery, thrives on the destruction of known relationships.
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A tainted society has invented psychiatry to defend itself against the investigations of certain superior intellects whose faculties of divination would be troublesome.
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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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I myself am an absolute abyss.
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I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
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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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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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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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We must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.
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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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