Maxioms by Antonin Artaud
Ah! How neatly tied, in these people, is the umbilical cord of morality! Since they left their mothers they have read more
Ah! How neatly tied, in these people, is the umbilical cord of morality! Since they left their mothers they have never sinned, have they? They are apostles, they are the descendants of priests; one can only wonder from what source they draw their indignation, and above all how much they have pocketed to do this, and in any case what it has done for them.
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.
Never tire yourself more than necessary, even if you have to found a culture on the fatigue of your bones.
Never tire yourself more than necessary, even if you have to found a culture on the fatigue of your bones.
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.
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.