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.
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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I would like to write a Book which would drive men mad, which would be like an open door leading them where they would never have consented to go, in short, a door that opens onto reality.
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Cruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
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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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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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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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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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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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If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again.
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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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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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Squander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.
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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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The fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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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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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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