Maxioms by Antonin Artaud
Where there is a stink of shit there is a smell of being
Where there is a stink of shit there is a smell of being
With society and its public, there is no longer any other language than that of bombs, barricades, and all that read more
With society and its public, there is no longer any other language than that of bombs, barricades, and all that follows.
The theater, which is in no thing, but makes use of everything -- gestures, sounds, words, screams, light, darkness -- read more
The theater, which is in no thing, but makes use of everything -- gestures, sounds, words, screams, light, darkness -- rediscovers itself at precisely the point where the mind requires a language to express its manifestations. To break through language in order to touch life is to create or recreate the theatre.
Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others. Then read more
Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others. Then we might even come to see that it is our veneration for what has already been created, however beautiful and valid it may be, that petrifies us.
It is not opium which makes me work but its absence, and in order for me to feel its absence read more
It is not opium which makes me work but its absence, and in order for me to feel its absence it must from time to time be present.