I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself.
ANTONIN ARTAUDLeave 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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To break through language in order to touch life is to create or re-create the theater.
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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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Actors are athletes of the heart.
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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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Squander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.
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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 do not work within the confines of any realm. I work in the unique moment of duration.
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[defines a madman as] a man who preferred to become mad,in the socially accepted sense of the word, rather than forfeit a certain superior idea of human honor.
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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 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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The fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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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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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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I myself am an absolute abyss.
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When I think about myself, my thought seeks itself in the ether of a new space. I am on the moon as others are on their balconies. I participate in planetary gravitation in the fissures of my mind.
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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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Admittedly or not, conscious or unconscious, the poetic state, a transcendent experience of life, is what the public is fundamentally seeking through love, crime, drugs, war, or insurrection.
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In consciousness dwells the wondrous, with it man attains the realm beyond the material, and the Peyote tells us, where to find it.
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You are quite unnecessary, young man!
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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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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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Cruelty signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.
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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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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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I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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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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