To break through language in order to touch life is to create or re-create the theater.
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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The truth of life lies in the impulsiveness of matter. The mind of man has been poisoned by concepts. Do not ask him to be content, ask him only to be calm, to believe that he has found his place. But only the madman is really calm.
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Before our eyes is fought a battle of symbols, for there can be theatre only from the moment when the impossible really begins and when the poetry that occurs on the stage sustains and superheats the realized symbols.
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We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
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There are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel.
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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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I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself.
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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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Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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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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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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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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Actors are athletes of the heart.
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The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
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If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again.
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No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
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