I know each conversation with a psychiatrist in the morning made me want to hang myself because I knew I could not strangle him.
ANTONIN ARTAUDThis is why true beauty never strikes us directly. The setting sun is beautiful because of all it makes us lose.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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Cruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
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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 am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
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The truth of life lies in the impulsiveness of matter. The mind of man has been poisoned by concepts. Do not ask him to be content, ask him only to be calm, to believe that he has found his place. But only the madman is really calm.
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I have need of angels. Enough hell has swallowed me for too many years. But finally understand this–I have burned up one hundred thousand human lives already, from the strength of my pain.
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Cruelty signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.
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There are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel.
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I myself am an absolute abyss.
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Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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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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No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
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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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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
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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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