I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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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Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others.
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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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The 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.
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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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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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Leave the caves of being. Come. The mind breathes outside the mind. The time has come to abandon your lodgings. Surrender to the Universal Thought. The Marvelous is at the root of the mind.
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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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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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No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
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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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I am adding another language to the spoken language, and I am trying to restore to the language of speech its old magic, its essential spellbinding power, for its mysterious possibilities have been forgotten.
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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 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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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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Life consists of burning up questions.
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