Those who live, live off the dead.
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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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 call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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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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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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Squander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.
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There are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel.
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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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No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
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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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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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[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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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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To break through language in order to touch life is to create or re-create the theater.
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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 cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself.
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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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I am adding another language to the spoken language, and I am trying to restore to the language of speech its old magic, its essential spellbinding power, for its mysterious possibilities have been forgotten.
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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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So long as we have failed to eliminate any of the causes of human despair, we do not have the right to try to eliminate those means by which man tries to cleanse himself of despair.
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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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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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Life consists of burning up questions.
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I myself am an absolute abyss.
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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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