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There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.

Antonin Artaud

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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Drive Experience Kind Liberty Potential Reality Revolution Shake
Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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Chaos Myself Sarcasm Sink
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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Book Leadership Myself Open Reality Writing
I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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Abandonment Dreams Fever Law Myself Search
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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Extinct Mindset Slow University Way Wrap
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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Encouragement Function Hard Ourselves Sleep Wake Up
Life consists of burning up questions.
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Burning Consist Life One Liner Question
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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Instrument Live Shadow Theatre True Way
If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again.
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Destroy Myself Suicide Togetherness
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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Form Fragile Life Reach Surface Talk Word
The fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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Language Noise Ruin Theatre Writing
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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Conscious Crime Drugs Experience Fundamental Poetry Public War
To break through language in order to touch life is to create or re-create the theater.
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Break Creation Language Life Order Theatre Touch
I do not work within the confines of any realm. I work in the unique moment of duration.
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Moments Myself Unique Work
There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.
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Genius Head Himself Life Preparation Shine Solution Understand
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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Hands Life Man Myself Virtue

There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.

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