I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself.
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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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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By suicide I introduce my design in nature, I shall for the first time give things the shape of my will … now I choose the direction of my thought and the direction of my faculties, my tendencies, my reality.
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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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To break through language in order to touch life is to create or re-create the theater.
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Tragedy on the stage is no longer enough for me, I shall bring it into my own life.
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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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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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Excuse my absolute freedom. I refuse to make a distinction between any of the moments of myself.
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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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We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
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It is not opium which makes me work but its absence, and in order for me to feel its absence it must from time to time be present.
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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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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 myself am an absolute abyss.
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Those who live, live off the dead.
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