All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
ANTONIN ARTAUDWe must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.
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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There is nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death.
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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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Leave the caves of being. Come. The mind breathes outside the mind. The time has come to abandon your lodgings. Surrender to the Universal Thought. The Marvelous is at the root of the mind.
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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.
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You are quite unnecessary, young man!
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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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I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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I myself am an absolute abyss.
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I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself.
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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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We do not die because we have to die; we die because one day, and not so long ago, our consciousness was forced to deem it necessary.
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We must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.
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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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