And if there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames.
ANTONIN ARTAUD[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.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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You are quite unnecessary, young man!
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In our present state of degeneration it is through the skin that metaphysics must be made to re-enter our minds.
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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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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 fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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Life consists of burning up questions.
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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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I prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born.
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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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Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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Those who live, live off the dead.
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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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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 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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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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