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.
ANTONIN ARTAUDThe actor is an athlete of the heart.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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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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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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We must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.
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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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Like all magic cultures expressed by appropriate hieroglyphs, the true theater has its shadows too, and, of all languages and all arts, the theater is the only one left whose shadows have shattered their limitations.
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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.
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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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So society has strangled in its asylums all those it wanted to get rid of or protect itself from, because they refused to become its accomplices in certain great nastinesses.
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All writing is garbage. People who come out of nowhere to try and put into words any part of what goes on in their minds are pigs.
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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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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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The fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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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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The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
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Cruelty signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.
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