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.
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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A real theatrical experience shakes the calm of the senses, liberates the compressed unconscious and drives towards a kind of potential revolt.
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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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There is nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death.
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Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others.
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The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
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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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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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We must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.
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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.
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I myself am an absolute abyss.
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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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Excuse my absolute freedom. I refuse to make a distinction between any of the moments of myself.
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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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Poetry is a dissociating and anarchic force which through analogy, associations and imagery, thrives on the destruction of known relationships.
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A tainted society has invented psychiatry to defend itself against the investigations of certain superior intellects whose faculties of divination would be troublesome.
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