I myself am an absolute abyss.
ANTONIN ARTAUDWith society and its public, there is no longer any other language than that of bombs, barricades, and all that follows.
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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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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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I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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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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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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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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If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again.
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In consciousness dwells the wondrous, with it man attains the realm beyond the material, and the Peyote tells us, where to find it.
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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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Actors are athletes of the heart.
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The idea of a detached art, of poetry as a charm which exists only to distract our leisure, is a decadent idea and an unmistakable symptom of our power to castrate.
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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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There is nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death.
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The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
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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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