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.
ANTONIN ARTAUDI do not work within the confines of any realm. I work in the unique moment of duration.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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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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I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself.
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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 nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death.
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We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
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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 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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Tragedy on the stage is no longer enough for me, I shall bring it into my own life.
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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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Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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Actors are athletes of the heart.
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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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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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Those who live, live off the dead.
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