I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
ANTONIN ARTAUDIn our present state of degeneration it is through the skin that metaphysics must be made to re-enter our minds.
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There is nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death.
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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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In our present state of degeneration it is through the skin that metaphysics must be made to re-enter our minds.
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I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself.
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Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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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 signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.
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Before our eyes is fought a battle of symbols, for there can be theatre only from the moment when the impossible really begins and when the poetry that occurs on the stage sustains and superheats the realized symbols.
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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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I see in the act of throwing the dice and of risking the affirmation of some intuitively felt truth, however uncertain, my whole reason for living.
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Cruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
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Actors are athletes of the heart.
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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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Poetry is a dissociating and anarchic force which through analogy, associations and imagery, thrives on the destruction of known relationships.
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The truth of life lies in the impulsiveness of matter. The mind of man has been poisoned by concepts. Do not ask him to be content, ask him only to be calm, to believe that he has found his place. But only the madman is really calm.
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