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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.

Antonin Artaud

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
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
I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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Abandonment Dreams Fever Law Myself Search
Squander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.
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Difference Feeling Rich Sensuality Spiritual
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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Art Culture Expression Language Limitation Magic Oneself Shatter Theatre
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 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
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
I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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Actor Burning Call Flame Laughter Myself
Excuse my absolute freedom. I refuse to make a distinction between any of the moments of myself.
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Freedom Moments Myself Refusal
Life consists of burning up questions.
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Burning Consist Life One Liner Question
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
How hard is it, when everything encourages us to sleep, though we may look about us with conscious, clinging eyes, to wake and yet look about us as in a dream, with eyes that no longer know their function and whose gaze is turned inward.
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Encouragement Function Hard Ourselves Sleep Wake Up
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
Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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Chaos Myself Sarcasm Sink
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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Extinct Mindset Slow University Way Wrap

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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