He had the conviction that demons had taken hold of him, and a fear of sexuality, which he associated with disease and microbes. He believed he was made of glass and breakable, had a fear of noises and identified with the dead. At the end of his life he habitually jabbed his head with the point of a knife, as though he were performing an instinctive form of acupuncture. But Artaud had no desire to be “well”. Just the opposite. He felt that illness gave his work a special quality. Much of his writing was an inquiry into the limits and definition of madness….
The contrast between reason and madness is one of the aspects of western culture that helps define its own originality. It is something that accompanied the culture out of the Middle Ages and into the realm of Hieronymus Bosch and has continued to follow it and evolve after Nietzsche and Antonin Artaud.As Michel Foucault stated, madness designates the equinox between the vanity of night’s hallucinations and the non-being of light’s judgment. Artaud ran with the idea that there was no credibility in our present pursuit of a five sense ecstasy; a utopian ideal built on militarism, racism, and consumerism, a Disneyland golden ghetto.
Artaud felt that, in establishing and expanding civilisation, mankind had concentrated on the superficial through the construction of a spiritless, material world in which to exist. Consequently, we have repressed our primitive instincts and lost contact with our spiritual senses. In this sense he shared the Walter Benjamin view of the alternative negative or pessimistic utopianism based on shock and the element of the nihilistic.Artaud believed that the theatre should affect the audience as much as possible,and he, similar to Alfred Jarry, he would attempt to shock those viewing his plays;almost as an act of benevolence and hence the emergence of the theater of cruelty.
Antonin Artaud: Sickness is one state, health is only another, but lousier, I mean meaner and prettier. There’s no patient who hasn’t grown, as there’s no one in good health who hasn’t lied one day, in order not to have the desire to be sick, like some doctors I have gone through. I have been sick all my life and I ask only that it continue, for the states of privation in life have always told me a great deal more about the plethora of my powers than the middle class drawing -AS LONG AS YOU’VE GOT YOUR HEALTH- for my existence is beautiful but hideous. And it isn’t beautiful only because its hideous. Hideous, dreadful, constructed of hideousness. Curing a sickness is a crime….
Throughout his life, Artaud was to plead for special consideration on the grounds that he was suffering, and different. Artaud the writer and should be allowed to publish and Artaud the actor to act, not only because of the merit of his work , but because it was the work of a man physiologically and psychologically stricken. “I used my mental illness, like a flag” , he wrote the editor of he Nouvelle Revue Francaise, Jean Paulham. He believed that illness gave an extra dimension to his acting.
We understand that the tragic hero-in contrast to the baroque character of the preceding period-can never be mad; and that conversely madness cannot bear within itself those values of tragedy, which we have known since Nietzsche and Artaud. In the classical period, the man of tragedy and the man of madness confront each other, without a possible dialogue, without a common language; for the former can utter only the decisive words of bei
uniting in a flash the truth of light and the depth of darkness; the latter endlessly drones out the indifferent murmur which cancels out both the day’s chatter and the lying dark. (Foucault, Madness and Civilization)
Artaud was strongly drawn to the era of the distant past that gave birth to the great myths. His characterization of these myths in the following passage from The Theater and Its Double is a crucial element of his thought:
. . . that is why all the great Myths are dark, so that one cannot image, save in an atmosphere of carnage, torture, and bloodshed, all the magnificent Fables which recount to the multitudes the first sexual division and the first carnage of essences that appeared in creation.
He believed the raging forces of disintegration to be physical, sexual, beyond reason and even beyond the senses–metaphysical. “The body and all its saps are one with the mind and all its flights of images.” Read More: http://www.cyberpagedd.com/gaffield_knight/academic/antonin_artaud.htm
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Artaud wanted his audience to experience theatre the same way it would if it viewed a painting or a sculpture, or an approaching hurricane, i.e., viscerally. By exploring the void within himself, this embodiment of Surrealism was probing a place within himself that had no center, circumference, or metaphysical limits. In his first letter to Jacques Rivière he wrote, “I would like you to realize that it is not a matter of the higher or lower existence involved in what is known as inspiration, but of a total absence, of a veritable dwindling away.” When he wrote this he must have sensed something, a place, a moment within himself which he felt existed even before the creative impulse he felt to write it. Until he was diagnosed a paranoid schizophrenic and institutionalized in 1937, Artaud’s reality, that is his life and fantasy, knew of no walls–no rules or restrictions. As this sort of god, to himself, he thought theatre could somehow be an instrument of healing the violence and cruelty of bourgeois society by persuading it to listen, look, feel and think past it’s paycheck, and to consider it’s part in maintaining the planet as a “. . . slippery world which is committing suicide without noticing it . . . .” Read More: http://www.cyberpagedd.com/gaffield_knight/academic/antonin_artaud.htm a
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