Frases de Antonin Artaud

“El mundo es el abismo del alma.”

“Estoy en el punto donde ya no toco a la vida, pero tengo en mí todos los apetitos y la titilación insistente del ser. Sólo tengo una ocupación: rehacerme.”

“Pues mi ser es bello pero espantoso. Y sólo es bello porque es espantoso.”

“Es grave advertir
que después del orden
de este mundo
hay otro orden.”

“El más pequeño acto de creación espontánea constituye un mundo más complejo y mucho más revelador que cualquier sistema metafísico.”

“Y es conveniente que todo aquello que se ha ido convirtiendo en actitud mecánica y sin creatividad desaparezca y caiga en el olvido.”

“Es así que las pocas personas raras y lúcidas bien dispuestas que han tenido que luchar en la tierra se encuentran a ciertas horas del día o de la noche en la profundidad de ciertos estados de pesadilla auténticos y en vigilia, rodeados por la formidable succión, la formidable tentacular. opresión de un tipo de magia cívica que pronto se verá abiertamente en el comportamiento social.”

“Todo debe colocarse
en un orden casi fulminante.”

“No ha quedado demostrado, ni mucho menos, que el lenguaje de las palabras sea el mejor posible.”

“El cine tiene, sobre todo, la virtud de un veneno inofensivo y directo, una inyección subcutánea de morfina.”

“You are outside life, you are above life, you have miseries which the ordinary man does not know, you exceed the normal level, and it is for this that men refuse to forgive you, you poison their peace of mind, you undermine their stability. You have irrepressible pains whose essence is to be inadaptable to any known state, indescribable in words. You have repeated and shifting pains, incurable pains, pains beyond imagining, pains which are neither of the body nor of the soul, but which partake of both. And I share your suffering, and I ask you: who dares to ration our relief?… We are not going to kill ourselves just yet. In the meantime, leave us the hell alone.”

“Never tire yourself more than necessary, even if you have to found a culture on the fatigue of your bones.”

“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.”

“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.”

“I have need of angels. Enough hell has swallowed me for too many years. But finally understand this--I have burned up one hundred thousand human lives already, from the strength of my pain.”

“I myself am an absolute abyss.”

“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 cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself”

“I prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born.”

“We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.”

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“All true language
is incomprehensible,
Like the chatter
of a beggar’s teeth.”

“The race of prophets is extinct. Europe is becoming set in its ways, slowly embalming itself beneath the wrappings of its borders, its factories, its law-courts and its universities. The frozen Mind cracks between the mineral staves which close upon it. The fault lies with your mouldy systems, your logic of 2 + 2 = 4. The fault lies with you, Chancellors, caught in the net of syllogisms. You manufacture engineers, magistrates, doctors, who know nothing of the true mysteries of the body or the cosmic laws of existence. False scholars blind outside this world, philosophers who pretend to reconstruct the mind. The least act of spontaneous creation is a more complex and revealing world than any metaphysics.”

“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, fluctuating center which forms never reach.”

“However fiercely opposed one may be to the present order, an old respect for the idea of order itself often prevents people from distinguishing between order and those who stand for order, and leads them in practise to respect individuals under the pretext of respecting order itself.”

“Tragedy on the stage is no longer enough for me, I shall bring it into my own life.”

“It is not a certain conformity of manners that the painting of Van Gogh attacks, but rather the conformity of institutions themselves. And even external nature, with her climates, her tides, and her equinoctial storms, cannot, after Van Gogh’s stay upon earth, maintain the same gravitation.”

“I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.”

“No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.”

“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.”

“Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.”

“I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.”

“Poetry is a dissociating and anarchic force which through analogy, associations and imagery, thrives on the destruction of known relationships.”

“All writing is filth”

“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 nastiness.”

“There are souls that are incurable and lost to the rest of society. Deprive them of one means of folly, they will invent ten thousand others. They will create subtler, wilder methods, methods that are absolutely desperate. Nature herself is fundamentally antisocial, it is only by a usurpation of powers that the organized body of society opposes the natural inclination of humanity.”

“It is thus that the few rare lucid well-disposed people who have had to struggle on the earth find themselves at certain hours of the day or night in the depth of certain authentic and waking nightmare states, surrounded by the formidable suction, the formidable tentacular oppression of a kind of civic magic which will soon be seen appearing openly in social behavior.”