Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others.
ANTONIN ARTAUDTragedy on the stage is no longer enough for me, I shall bring it into my own life.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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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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Squander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.
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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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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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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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I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
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I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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Life consists of burning up questions.
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All writing is garbage. People who come out of nowhere to try and put into words any part of what goes on in their minds are pigs.
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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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Cruelty signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.
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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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[defines a madman as] a man who preferred to become mad,in the socially accepted sense of the word, rather than forfeit a certain superior idea of human honor.
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By suicide I introduce my design in nature, I shall for the first time give things the shape of my will … now I choose the direction of my thought and the direction of my faculties, my tendencies, my reality.
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Those who live, live off the dead.
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