So long as we have failed to eliminate any of the causes of human despair, we do not have the right to try to eliminate those means by which man tries to cleanse himself of despair.
ANTONIN ARTAUDTo break through language in order to touch life is to create or re-create the theater.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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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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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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We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
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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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This is why true beauty never strikes us directly. The setting sun is beautiful because of all it makes us lose.
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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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It is not opium which makes me work but its absence, and in order for me to feel its absence it must from time to time be present.
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With society and its public, there is no longer any other language than that of bombs, barricades, and all that follows.
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There is nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death.
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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 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 myself am an absolute abyss.
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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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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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No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
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