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 ARTAUDCruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.
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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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I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.
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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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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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I do not like detached creation. Neither can I conceive of the mind as detached from itself. Each of my works, each diagram of myself, each glacial flowering of my inmost soul dribbles over me.
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Poetry is a dissociating and anarchic force which through analogy, associations and imagery, thrives on the destruction of known relationships.
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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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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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Destroy yourselves, you who are desperate, and you who are tortured in body and soul, abandon all hope. There is no more solace for you in this world. The world lives off your rotting flesh.
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I myself am an absolute abyss.
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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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Cruelty signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.
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We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.
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The fixation of the theater in one language–written words, music, lights, noises–betokens its imminent ruin.
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By suicide I introduce my design in nature, I shall for the first time give things the shape of my will … now I choose the direction of my thought and the direction of my faculties, my tendencies, my reality.
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