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.
ANTONIN ARTAUDI 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.
More Antonin Artaud Quotes
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I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
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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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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 I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again.
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So society has strangled in its asylums all those it wanted to get rid of or protect itself from, because they refused to become its accomplices in certain great nastinesses.
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In our present state of degeneration it is through the skin that metaphysics must be made to re-enter our minds.
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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 prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born.
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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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A tainted society has invented psychiatry to defend itself against the investigations of certain superior intellects whose faculties of divination would be troublesome.
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I am a man by virtue of my hands and my feet, my belly, my heart of meat, my stomach whose knots reunite me to the putrefaction of life.
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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 call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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Life consists of burning up questions.
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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.
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