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.
ANTONIN ARTAUDI myself am an absolute abyss.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others.
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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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The actor is an athlete of the heart.
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There is nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death.
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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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You are quite unnecessary, young man!
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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 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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Poetry is a dissociating and anarchic force which through analogy, associations and imagery, thrives on the destruction of known relationships.
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Before our eyes is fought a battle of symbols, for there can be theatre only from the moment when the impossible really begins and when the poetry that occurs on the stage sustains and superheats the realized symbols.
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I do not like detached creation. Neither can I conceive of the mind as detached from itself. Each of my works, each diagram of myself, each glacial flowering of my inmost soul dribbles over me.
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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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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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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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