I do not work within the confines of any realm. I work in the unique moment of duration.
ANTONIN ARTAUDIt 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.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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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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I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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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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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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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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I prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born.
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The fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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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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Life consists of burning up questions.
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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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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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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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Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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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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