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.
ANTONIN ARTAUDI prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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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 fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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I myself am an absolute abyss.
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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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I prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born.
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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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Squander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.
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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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Don’t tire yourself more than need be, even at the price of founding a culture on the fatigue of your bones.
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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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I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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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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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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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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In our present state of degeneration it is through the skin that metaphysics must be made to re-enter our minds.
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