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.
ANTONIN ARTAUDThe true theater, because it moves and makes use of living instruments, continues to stir up shadows where life has never ceased to grope its way.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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Cruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
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I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself.
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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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We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
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When we speak the word ‘life,’ it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach.
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Life consists of burning up questions.
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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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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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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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I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
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The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.
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We must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.
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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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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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