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.
ANTONIN ARTAUDCruelty signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.
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There is nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death.
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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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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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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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We do not die because we have to die; we die because one day, and not so long ago, our consciousness was forced to deem it necessary.
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The actor is an athlete of the heart.
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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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Poetry is a dissociating and anarchic force which through analogy, associations and imagery, thrives on the destruction of known relationships.
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Don’t tire yourself more than need be, even at the price of founding a culture on the fatigue of your bones.
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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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Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others.
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I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
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Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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To break through language in order to touch life is to create or re-create the theater.
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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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The fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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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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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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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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There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.
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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.
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A tainted society has invented psychiatry to defend itself against the investigations of certain superior intellects whose faculties of divination would be troublesome.
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The idea of a detached art, of poetry as a charm which exists only to distract our leisure, is a decadent idea and an unmistakable symptom of our power to castrate.
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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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