No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
ANTONIN ARTAUDWhen I think about myself, my thought seeks itself in the ether of a new space. I am on the moon as others are on their balconies. I participate in planetary gravitation in the fissures of my mind.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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Don’t tire yourself more than need be, even at the price of founding a culture on the fatigue of your bones.
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We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
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I prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born.
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There are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel.
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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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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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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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To break through language in order to touch life is to create or re-create the theater.
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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.
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If our life lacks a constant magic it is because we choose to observe our acts and lose ourselves in consideration of their imagined form and meaning, instead of being impelled by their force.
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And if there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames.
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I do not work within the confines of any realm. I work in the unique moment of duration.
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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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Those who live, live off the dead.
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When I think about myself, my thought seeks itself in the ether of a new space. I am on the moon as others are on their balconies. I participate in planetary gravitation in the fissures of my mind.
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