Occupation: Playwright Birth: September 4, 1896 Death: March 4, 1948
If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again..
There is nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death..
For the lost are lost by nature, all your ideas of moral regeneration will make no difference, there is AN INNATE DETERMINISM, there is an undeniable….
Life consists of burning up questions..
[Nietzsche's] definition of cruelty informs Artaud's own, declaring that all art embodies and intensifies the underlying brutalities of life to recre….
The Theatre of Cruelty has been created in order to restore to the theatre a passionate and convulsive conception of life, and it is in this sense of….
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 th….
Artaud sought to remove aesthetic distance, bringing the audience into direct contact with the dangers of life. By turning theatre into a place where….
Theater of Cruelty means a theater difficult and cruel for myself first of all. And, on the level of performance, it is not the cruelty we can exerci….
I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws..
To break through language in order to touch life is to create or re-create the theater..
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 actor is an athlete of the heart..
Those who live, live off the dead..
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..
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 p….
I do not work within the confines of any realm. I work in the unique moment of duration..
When we speak the word 'life,' it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctu….
With society and its public, there is no longer any other language than that of bombs, barricades, and all that follows..
All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar's teeth..
Admittedly or not, conscious or unconscious, the poetic state, a transcendent experience of life, is what the public is fundamentally seeking through….