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 ARTAUDThe actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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Those who live, live off the dead.
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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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Squander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.
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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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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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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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I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself.
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Don’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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We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
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I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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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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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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Destroy yourselves, you who are desperate, and you who are tortured in body and soul, abandon all hope. There is no more solace for you in this world. The world lives off your rotting flesh.
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We must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.
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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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