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No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.

Antonin Artaud

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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Believe Himself Life Man Mindset Place Poison Truth
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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Artistic Flame Hell Ourselves Time Victim
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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Breathe Leaving Mindset Ourselves Surrender Time
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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Mindset People Poet Quality Word Writing
There are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel.
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Character Sex Theatre
[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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Definition Honor Ideas Man Preference Superior
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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Body Desperate Destroy Soul World Yourself
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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Art Ideas Mistake Ourselves Poetry Power
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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Art Culture Expression Language Limitation Magic Oneself Shatter Theatre
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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Conversation Hang Morning Myself
I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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Abandonment Dreams Fever Law Myself Search
We must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.
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Human Literature Ourselves
The actor is an athlete of the heart.
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Actor Athlete Heart One Liner
I prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born.
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Born Earth Food Myself People Preference
I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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Actor Burning Call Flame Laughter Myself
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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Essential Forget Language Myself Mysterious Possible Talk

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