Squander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.
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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.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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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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Actors are athletes of the heart.
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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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Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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The actor is an athlete of the heart.
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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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Tragedy on the stage is no longer enough for me, I shall bring it into my own life.
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I do not work within the confines of any realm. I work in the unique moment of duration.
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We must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.
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I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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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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I have need of angels. Enough hell has swallowed me for too many years. But finally understand this–I have burned up one hundred thousand human lives already, from the strength of my pain.
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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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