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.
ANTONIN ARTAUDSquander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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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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I do not like detached creation. Neither can I conceive of the mind as detached from itself. Each of my works, each diagram of myself, each glacial flowering of my inmost soul dribbles over me.
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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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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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There is nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death.
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Cruelty signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.
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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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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 actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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It is not opium which makes me work but its absence, and in order for me to feel its absence it must from time to time be present.
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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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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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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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We must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.
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