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I myself am an absolute abyss.

Antonin Artaud

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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Consciousness Day Death Force Necessary Ourselves Philosophy
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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Book Leadership Myself Open Reality Writing
Cruelty signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.
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Cruelty Decision Determination Intention
You are quite unnecessary, young man!
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Man Necessary Quite Young
A real theatrical experience shakes the calm of the senses, liberates the compressed unconscious and drives towards a kind of potential revolt.
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Drive Experience Kind Liberty Potential Reality Revolution Shake
All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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Beggar Language Talk True
There are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel.
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Character Sex Theatre
How hard is it, when everything encourages us to sleep, though we may look about us with conscious, clinging eyes, to wake and yet look about us as in a dream, with eyes that no longer know their function and whose gaze is turned inward.
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Encouragement Function Hard Ourselves Sleep Wake Up
I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself.
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Art Existence Life Myself Separate Work
No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
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Built Exception Hell Paint Writing
I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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Abandonment Dreams Fever Law Myself Search
The fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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Language Noise Ruin Theatre Writing
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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Beautiful Direction Lose True
Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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Chaos Myself Sarcasm Sink
To break through language in order to touch life is to create or re-create the theater.
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Break Creation Language Life Order Theatre Touch
Tragedy on the stage is no longer enough for me, I shall bring it into my own life.
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Enough Life Myself Stage Tragedy

I myself am an absolute abyss.

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