quotes by Antonin Artaud
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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."
— Antonin Artaud
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 Artaud
"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."
— Antonin Artaud (The Theater and Its Double)
— Antonin Artaud (The Theater and Its Double)
tags:
magic,
observation
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"For nothing bestializes a being like the taste for eternal happiness, the search for eternal happiness at any price, and mademoiselle Lucifer is that slut who never wanted to abandon eternal happiness."
— Antonin Artaud
— Antonin Artaud
"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."
— Antonin Artaud (Antonin Artaud: Selected Writings)
— Antonin Artaud (Antonin Artaud: Selected Writings)
"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 Artaud
— Antonin Artaud
"I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames."
— Antonin Artaud (The Theater and Its Double)
— Antonin Artaud (The Theater and Its Double)
"How hard is it, when everything encourages us to sleep, though we may look about us with conscious, clinging eyes, to wake and yet look about us as in a dream, with eyes that no longer know their function and whose gaze is turned inward."
— Antonin Artaud (The Theater and Its Double)
— Antonin Artaud (The Theater and Its Double)
tags:
theater
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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."
— Antonin Artaud (The Theater and Its Double)
— Antonin Artaud (The Theater and Its Double)
"No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell."
— Antonin Artaud
— Antonin Artaud
"I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself"
— Antonin Artaud (The Theater and Its Double)
— Antonin Artaud (The Theater and Its Double)
"No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell."
— Antonin Artaud (Antonin Artaud: Selected Writings)
— Antonin Artaud (Antonin Artaud: Selected Writings)
"“... not once more will/I be found with beings/who swallowed the rail of life//And one day I found myself with beings/who swallowed the nail of life/-as soon as I lost my matrix mamma,//and the being twisted under him,/and god poured me back to her/(the motherfucker)...”
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— Antonin Artaud (Watchfiends & Rack Screams: Works from the Final Period)
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— Antonin Artaud (Watchfiends & Rack Screams: Works from the Final Period)
"All writing is rubbish.
People who try to free themselves from what is vague in order to state precisely whatever is going on in their minds are producing rubbish.
The whole literary tribe is a pack of rubbish mongers, especially today.
All those who have landmarks in their minds, I mean in a certain part of their heads, in well-defined sites in their skulls, all those who are masters of language, all those for whom words have meaning, all those for whom the soul has its heights and thought its currents, those who are the spirits of the times, and who have given names to these currents of thought—I am thinking of their specific tasks, and of that mechanical creaking their minds produce at every gust of wind—are rubbish mongers.
"
— Antonin Artaud
People who try to free themselves from what is vague in order to state precisely whatever is going on in their minds are producing rubbish.
The whole literary tribe is a pack of rubbish mongers, especially today.
All those who have landmarks in their minds, I mean in a certain part of their heads, in well-defined sites in their skulls, all those who are masters of language, all those for whom words have meaning, all those for whom the soul has its heights and thought its currents, those who are the spirits of the times, and who have given names to these currents of thought—I am thinking of their specific tasks, and of that mechanical creaking their minds produce at every gust of wind—are rubbish mongers.
"
— Antonin Artaud
