The actor is an athlete of the heart.
ANTONIN ARTAUDCruelty signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.
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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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I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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Tragedy on the stage is no longer enough for me, I shall bring it into my own life.
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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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Admittedly or not, conscious or unconscious, the poetic state, a transcendent experience of life, is what the public is fundamentally seeking through love, crime, drugs, war, or insurrection.
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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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Actors are athletes of the heart.
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No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
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When I think about myself, my thought seeks itself in the ether of a new space. I am on the moon as others are on their balconies. I participate in planetary gravitation in the fissures of my mind.
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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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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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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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Destroy yourselves, you who are desperate, and you who are tortured in body and soul, abandon all hope. There is no more solace for you in this world. The world lives off your rotting flesh.
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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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