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Cruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.

Antonin Artaud

Excuse my absolute freedom. I refuse to make a distinction between any of the moments of myself.
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Freedom Moments Myself Refusal
I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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Abandonment Dreams Fever Law Myself Search
All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.
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Beggar Language Talk True
I am stigmatized by a living death in which real death holds no terrors for me.
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Death Hold Live Myself Terror
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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Book Leadership Myself Open Reality Writing
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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Essential Forget Language Myself Mysterious Possible Talk
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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Mindset People Poet Quality Word Writing
There is nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death.
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Asylum Death Insane
We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
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Feeling Heart Lying Right
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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Conversation Hang Morning Myself
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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Angel Human Live Need Pain Strength Swallow Understand
This is why true beauty never strikes us directly. The setting sun is beautiful because of all it makes us lose.
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Beautiful Direction Lose True
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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Instrument Live Shadow Theatre True Way
Those who live, live off the dead.
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Death Live One Liner
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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Force Form Imagination Life Magic Observation Ourselves
I myself am an absolute abyss.
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Absolute Instagram Captions Myself Space

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