The fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
ANTONIN ARTAUDDon’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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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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You are quite unnecessary, young man!
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Life consists of burning up questions.
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We must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.
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I myself am an absolute abyss.
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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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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 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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Before our eyes is fought a battle of symbols, for there can be theatre only from the moment when the impossible really begins and when the poetry that occurs on the stage sustains and superheats the realized symbols.
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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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I am adding another language to the spoken language, and I am trying to restore to the language of speech its old magic, its essential spellbinding power, for its mysterious possibilities have been forgotten.
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The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
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I do not like detached creation. Neither can I conceive of the mind as detached from itself. Each of my works, each diagram of myself, each glacial flowering of my inmost soul dribbles over me.
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I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
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