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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.

Antonin Artaud

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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Consciousness Day Death Force Necessary Ourselves Philosophy
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 actor is an athlete of the heart.
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Actor Athlete Heart One Liner
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
[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
I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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Actor Burning Call Flame Laughter Myself
How hard is it, when everything encourages us to sleep, though we may look about us with conscious, clinging eyes, to wake and yet look about us as in a dream, with eyes that no longer know their function and whose gaze is turned inward.
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Encouragement Function Hard Ourselves Sleep Wake Up
Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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Chaos Myself Sarcasm Sink
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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Force Form Imagination Life Magic Observation Ourselves
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
The true theater, because it moves and makes use of living instruments, continues to stir up shadows where life has never ceased to grope its way.
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Instrument Live Shadow Theatre True Way
I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
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Death Hold Live Myself Terror
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
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
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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Genius Head Himself Life Preparation Shine Solution Understand
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 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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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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