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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

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
Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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Chaos Myself Sarcasm Sink
Actors are athletes of the heart.
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Actor Athlete Heart One Liner
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
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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Escape Forever Hell Man World
The actor is an athlete of the heart.
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Actor Athlete Heart One Liner
Poetry is a dissociating and anarchic force which through analogy, associations and imagery, thrives on the destruction of known relationships.
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Destruction Force Image Poetry Relationahip Thrive
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
The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
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Guide Instint Practice
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
When we speak the word ‘life,’ it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach.
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Form Fragile Life Reach Surface Talk Word
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 call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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Actor Burning Call Flame Laughter Myself
We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
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Feeling Heart Lying Right
I see in the act of throwing the dice and of risking the affirmation of some intuitively felt truth, however uncertain, my whole reason for living.
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Act Affirmation Live Myself Reason Risk See Truth
So society has strangled in its asylums all those it wanted to get rid of or protect itself from, because they refused to become its accomplices in certain great nastinesses.
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Asylum Greatness Protect Protection Refusal Society

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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