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VOLUME TWO
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VOLUME TWO
REVIEWS
Originally published as
Antonin Artaud: Oeuvres Completes, Tome 11
by Editions Gallimard, Paris 1961
INTRODUCTION 7
REVIEWS
(1926)
The theatre bears its share of the disrepute into which all
forms of art are successively falling. In the midst of the con
fusion, the absence, the denaturation of all human values, in
the midst of this agonising uncertainty about the necessity or
value of a particular art, a particular form of mental activity,
in the midst of all this, the idea of theatre probably suffers most
of all. Among the scores of shows we see every day, we search
in vain for something that might even suggest the idea of abso
lutely pure theatre.
If theatre is a game, too many serious problems clamour for
attention for us to be distracted from the tiniest part of them
by something as ephemeral as this game. If theatre is not a
game, if it is indeed a reality, the problem we must solve is
how we can restore its standing as reality and how to make
every show a kind of event.
We are so unable to believe, to delude ourselves. For us,
theatre ideas no longer have the brilliant, biting, unique, un
heard of, whole quality that certain ideas in literature or art
still have. In initiating this idea of pure theatre, trying to give
it concrete form, one of the first questions we must ask ourselves
is whether we can find an audience capable of giving us the
necessary modicum of confidence and trust; in a word, whether
it is capable of joining forces with us. For, in contrast to writers
and painters, we cannot get along without an audience. An
audience, in fact, is an integral part of our efforts.
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THE ALFRED JARRY THEATRE
The Alfred Jarry Theatre will present at least four shows dur
ing the 1926-1927 season. The first of these will open on 15
January 1927 at 3 p.m. at the Vieux-Columbier Theatre (21,
rue du Vieux-Columbier). It will consist of:
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MANIFESTO FOR
AN ABORTIVE THEATRE8
r 3 November r 926
8 January 19279
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THE ALFRED JARRY THEATRE
(1928 Season)10
The Alfred Jarry Theatre is intended for all those people who
do not see theatre as a goal but as ways and means, for all
those who are disturbed and anxious about the reality of which
theatre is only a symbol. The Alfred Jarry Theatre will en
deavour to rediscover this at random through its produc
tions.
Starting with the Alfred Jarry Theatre, theatre will no
longer be a straight-jacketed thing, imprisoned in the restricted
area of the stage, but will really aim at becoming action, sub
ject to all the attractions and distortions of events, over which
random happenings resume their rights. A production, a play;
will always be unconfirmed or liable to revision in such a way
that different audiences on different evenings would never see
the same show in front of them. The Alfred Jarry Theatre will
therefore make a break with theatre but, in addition, it will
obey an inner need where the mind plays the main part. Not
only are theatre's limitations now done away with, but so is
its principle justification. A Jarry Theatre production will be
as thrilling as a game, like a card game with the whole audience
taking part.
The Jarry Theatre will endeavour to express what life has
forgotten, has hidden, or is incapable of stating.
Everything which stems from the mind's fertile delusions, its
sensory illusions, encounters between things and sensations
which strike us primarily by their physical density, will be
shown from an extraordinary angle, with the stench and the
excreta of unadulterated cruelty, just as they appear to the
mind, just as the mind remembered them.
Everything which cannot be depicted as it is, or needs the
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illusion of artificial colouring, all this will be kept off the
boards. Everything which appears on our stage will be taken
in a direct, literal sense; nothing will look like a set in any sense
whatsoever.
The Jarry Theatre does not cheat, does not ape life, does
not portray it. It aims to extend it, to be a sort of magical
operation, open to any development, and in this it answers
a mental need audiences feel hidden deep down within them
selves. This is not the place to lecture on present-day or
practical magic, yet in fact we are dealing with magic.
How can a play be a magical operation, how can it answer
needs which go beyond it, how can the deepest part of the
audience's soul be involved? This is what people will see if they
trust us.
In any case, our aspirations alone would distinguish us.
Our existence matters to all people who are concerned with
mental anguish, who are sensitive to everything in the mood
of today, who want to take part in the Revolutions that are
afoot. They are the ones who will provide us with the means
to stay alive. We are counting on them for it.
( 1929)
The Alfred Jarry Theatre was formed in Spring, 1927. Its first
production was The Secrets of Love by Roger Vitrac, per
formed on2 and 3 June of that year at the Theatre de Grenelle.
The second production was at The Comedie des Champs
Elysees, on 15 January 1928. It comprised Act III of Le
Partage de Midi by Paul Claude!, rehearsed in the greatest
secrecy and performed without the author's permission. With
it was Pudovkin's film The Mother, its first showing in Paris.
In June 1928 Strindberg's A Dream Play was performed.
Finally in December 1928, Victor or the Children are in
Power by Roger Vitrac (3 performances).
The difficulties the Alfred Jarry Theatre has had to contend
with since it was formed are not widely enough known. Each
new play constituted a feat of willpower, a miracle of perse
verance. Not to mention the positive outbursts of hatred and
envy these performances unleashed.
The Secrets of Love had only one rehearsal on stage, the
night before the performance. A Dream Play had only one
rehearsal using costume and scenery. Le Partage de Midi was
only seen once on the boards, the morning before the show.
As to The Children are in Power, things were even worse.
We had no chance to see a run-through of the play on stage
before the preview:
All these difficulties stemmed from the fact that the Alfred
Jarry Theatre never had either a company or a locale. But
these continuously repeated obstacles can only end up by ruin
ing its efforts and simplest attempts. It can not undertake more
than one play at a time and must rid itself of the horrible
difficulties which, up to now, have stood between it and com
plete success. To do this, it needs the security of its own premises
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and a company freely placed at its disposal, even for one single
play. It needs these premises and this company for two months,
that is, a month for rehearsals, then the premises and the com
pany booked for a run of thirty performances.12 This is the
minimum needed to allow it to progress and develop its
success, if any, commercially.
In the course of this year the Alfred Jarry Theatre will stage
a performance of Ubu Roi adapted to present-day circum
stances and acted without being stylised.18 It will alsoH present
a new play by Roger Vitrac entitled Arcade15, which does not
mince matters.
The Alfred Jarry Theatre was founded as a reaction against
theatre, as well as to restore to theatre all the freedom that
music, poetry, or painting have and from which it has been
strangely cut off up to now.
What we want to do is to make a break with theatre re
garded as a separate entity and bring back the old idea which,
after all, was never put into effect, that of integral theatre.
Without, of course, it being mistaken at any time for music,
mime or dancing, and especially literature.
At a time when words are being substituted for pictures, in
the form of talkies, alienating the best audiences from an art
which has become a hybrid, there cannot help but be a revival
of interest in the total theatre formula.
We steadfastly refuse to regard theatre as a museum for
masterpieces, however fine and human they may be. Any work
which does not obey the principle of actuality will be of no use
to us whatsoever, or, we believe, to theatre either. Actuality of
feelings and concerns, more than of events. Life taking shape
anew through present-day sensitivity. Sensitivity to time as well
as place. We will always maintain that any work is worthless
if it does not belong to a certain localised state of mind, chosen
not because of its virtues or defects, but purely16 because of its
relativity. We do not want art or beauty. What we are looking
for, are ENGAGED emotions. A certain combustible power
associated with words and gestures. Reality seen from both
sides. Hallucination selected as the main dramatic method.
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THE ALFRED JARRY THEATRE
is directed by
PU BLICITY
A ND
BRO CHU RES
to
M. ROGER VITRAC
35,Rue de Seine, Paris (6")
PRODUCTIONS
PROPER,
AND MANU S CRI P T S
to
M. ANTONIN ARTAUD
178, Quai d'Auteuil, Paris (16")
Cover of brochure
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THE ALFRED JARRY THEATRE
AND PUBLIC HOSTILITY
STATEMENT
The Alfred Jarry Theatre, conscious of theatre's collapse before
the encroaching development of world-wide motion picture
techniques, intends to contribute to the downfall of theatre as
it exists in France today by specifically theatrical means,
dragging all the literary and artistic ideas down with it in this
destruction, along with the psychological conventions, all the
plastic artificiality, etc., on which this theatre was built, by
reconciling the idea of theatre, at least provisionally, with
whatever is most feverish in life today.
HISTORY
From 1927 to 1930, despite enormous difficulties, The Alfred
Jarry Theatre put on four productions:
Critics. Oh, the critics ! First, let us thank them, then say no
more about them. Rather, we refer the reader to the closing
pages of this brochure.
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THE ALFRED JARRY THEATRE S STAND
Since productions are only intended for French audiences and
everyone in the world who can be counted as an ally of France,
these will be clear and restrained. Normal speech will be used
and none of the normal factors which go to make a hit will be
left out. Picturesque lyricism, philosophical tirades, mystifica
tion, learned allusions, etc., will all be carefully avoided. On
the contrary, quick-fire dialogue, stock characters, swift move
ment, stereotyped attitudes, proverbial expressions, comic songs,
grand opera, etc., will occur in our productions in proportion
to their place in French life.
Humour will be the only red or green signal to light the
plays and to indicate to the audience if the road is clear,
whether they can shout out or shut up, laugh out loud or on
the quiet. The Alfred Jarry Theatre reckons to become a
theatre for all sorts of humour.
To sum up, we intend our subject matter to be ; actuality
understood in every sense of the word. Our means : humour in
all forms. Our aims : total laughter, laughter extending from
paralysed slavvering to convulsed, side-holding sobbing.
Let us hasten to say that by humour we mean the develop
ment of ironic ideas (German irony) which distinguishes a
certain evolution of the modern mind. It is still difficult to
define it exactly. The Alfred Jarry Theatre, in facing up to
comic or tragic values, etc., that is, considered in their own
right or by their corresponding reactions, is aiming precisely
to make this idea of humour experimentally explicit. Suffice
to say that the statements which follow with reference to hum-
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our have some of the characteristics of this state of mind and
we would be wrong to judge them logically.
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DECLARED TRADITIONS OF THE ALFRED JARRY THEATRE
The Alfred Jarry Theatre has foregone listing all the fragmen
tary influences it may have been subject to (like Elizabethan
theatre, Chekhov, Strindberg, Feydeau, etc.), retaining only
those irrefutable examples which, from the point of view of
their sought-after national effectiveness, the Chinese, American
Negro and Soviet theatres provide us with.
As to a dominant influence, it shares U bu Roi' s incom
parable humorous lessons and the strictly matter-of-fact manner
of Raymond Roussel.
It is also worth adding that this admission should be
considered rather as a tribute.
PRODUCTION
The scenery and props will be real and tangible, as before.
These will be made up of objects and elements borrowed from
everything about us. Their arrangements will aim at creating
new forms. The lighting, by taking on a life of its own, will
contribute towards retaining the essentially theatrical nature
of this original exhibition of objects.
The characters will regularly tend towards stock figures. We
will give a new idea of theatre character. Each actor will make
up a facial type of his own. He may even assume the appearance
of known personalities. Each one will have his own special
voice, varying in intensity between a normal tone and the most
jarring artificiality. Using this new theatre tone, we intend to
emphasise and even disclose further, unknown feelings.
The acting moves will correspond or clash with the lines, in
accordance with the meaning to be enhanced. This new sort of
mime-play can be carried on outside the action in general,
drawing away from it, then nearer to it, or merging with it in
accordance with the strict mechanics called for by the inter
pretation. This method has nothing pointlessly artistic about
it, since it is meant to reveal unaccomplished actions, omissions,
distractions, etc., in a word, all the ways in which personality
betrays itself, thus rendering choruses, asides, monologues, etc.,
useless. (Here we have an example of the objectification of the
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subconscious which we stated in an earlier paragraph we
would not present as such.)
Even the most vulgar means will be used to contribute to
wards shocking the audience : trumpets, fireworks, explosions,
spotlights, etc.
In the isolable sensory field, we are trying to find every sort
of hallucination capable of being objectivised. All the technical
means which can be used on stage will be put into play to
produce the equivalent of vertigo in the mind or senses. Echoes,
reflections, apparitions, dummies, arpeggios, cuts, pain, sur
prise, etc. We reckon we can rediscover fear and its accessories
by these means.
Furthermore, the plays will have full sound effects, including
during the interval, when the public address system will main
tain the mood of the play to a haunting degree.
The ensemble and all the details of the play, orchestrated
in this way and obeying a chosen rhythm, will unfold like a
perforated music-roll in a pianola, without any dialogue breaks
or vague gestures. It will give the audience the impression of the
most precise inevitability and determinism. Furthermore, a
show staged like this will work without worrying about audience
reaction.
PUBLIC APPEAL
The Alfred Jarry Theatre, by bringing the above statements
to the attention of the public, allows itself the liberty of solicit
ing whatever help it can. It will personally get in touch with all
those who are kind enough to show any interest, in one way
or another, in its activities. It will answer any suggestions made.
It will read all plays submitted and here and now undertakes
as means permit to put any on that correspond with its esta
blished platform.
Furthermore, we propose to draw up a list with the names
of those who support us in general while requesting them, when
writing, to indicate their rank their name and address, so that
we may, if they will permit, take that into account, or simply
keep them informed of our venture.
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Illustrations*
MLLES.
Genica Athanasiou Elizabeth Lannay
Tania Balachova Ghita Luchaire
Jeanne Bernard Germaine Ozier
Domenica Blazy Alexandra Pecker
Edith Farnese Yvonne Save
Gilles Yvonne Vibert
J acqueline Hopstein
MM.
Edmond Beauchamp Max Joly
Andre Berley Rene Lefevre
Auguste Boverio Robert Le Flon
Rene Bruyez Jean Mamy
Henri Cremieux Raymond Rouleau
Max Dalban Sarantidis
Dalle Ulric Straram
Marc Darnault Geymond Vital
Etienne Decroux De Vos
Maxime Fabert Laurent Zacharie
* Following p. 48.
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The Critics and
The Alfred Jarry Theatre
First Production
" I don't know what's going on in there, " said the little assistant
at the tobacco shop, 53 rue Croix-Nivert, yesterday, " but
whatever it is there must be money in it. Never seen so many
posh limousines at the Grenelle. "
BENJAMIN CRE MIEUX. M. Vitrac has put all the ideas the
word love suggests into the play, juxtaposing them without
linking them together with a plot.
Second Production
Dear Sir,
Who are these youngsters who advertise that they are going
to present Le Partage de Midi by Paul Claudel, yet who only
put on Act III?
ridiculous--such ridicule could close a lot of doors to me,
especially the Conservatoire, which I hope to enter next year.
I am working towards this all day and every day, and if I am
successful it will gratify my dearest wishes.
ANTONIN ARTAUD. Sir, you are the third person to make that
stupid insinuation. As if I would amuse myself by using all the
means likely to drive audiences away. Would you be so kind
as to publish my denial and resign yourself to believing I was
victimised by a gang of practical jokers.
Dear Sir,
In future, when you want to bribe me, allowing me to put
on A Dream Play so lavishly, for goodness' sake don't cry it
from the rooftops. Whisper it in Mr. G. Sadoul's ear28 instead,
he's a safe informer. He won't talk.
I remain, my dear Sir, yours faithfully,
Antonin Artaud
P.S. Exactly how much did you give me, or promise me, or
have someone promise you would give me?
Dear Sir,
Did I by any chance contact you a few days before the
second performance of A Dream Play to arrange to have
Messrs. Andre Breton, Sadoul, U nik and others of their friends
arrested ?24 If this didn't happen in your precinct, then where
was it ?
I am entirely at your disposal regarding an inquiry into this
matter.
I remain, my dear Sir, yours very respectfully,
Antonin Artaud
To M. Paul Claudel,
French Ambassador to the United States
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Dear Sir,
How the Dream Play scandal must have made your old
heart thrill with pleasure. It was only fair.
You were well and truly avenged.
I remain, my dear Sir, fraternally yours.
Antonin Artaud
To M. Titin,
Restaurateur, 56, rue la Bruyere, Paris.
Dear Sir,
I will always remember you in white tie and tails, at the
bottom of the steps of the Central Hotel, the day after the second
performance of A Dream Play, catching in your arms Mr P.U.
who had come down the steps a little too fast. Was that when
he dreamed I cried out for my mother? Perhaps you could
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Cordially yours,
Antonin Artaud
To M. Andre Breton,
Editor of La Revolution Surrealiste,
42 , rue Fontaine, Paris
Fourth Production
ANTONIN ARTAUD. Sir, you are the third person to make that
stupid insinuation. As if I would amuse myself by using all the
means likely to drive audiences away. Would you be so kind
as to publish my denial and resign yourself to believing I was
victimised by a gang of practical jokers.
PAUL BLOCK. After all, she is but one virtue the more.
MON SIEUR PICK-ARJAN. After that, can one doubt the exist
ence of mass madness ?
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OLD MAN UBU. Re-read the Second Surrealist Manifesto,
where I say a plague on you with my occult rod.
JEAN CAs sou. Now you are being reasonable. No, Victor is
not a poet because he starts delivering conventionalities from
time to time but-and this is how I interpret your meaning
because he represents a new view of the world, an indignant,
disruptive view, because he deploys a secret, corrosive energy
which invests real life with a second meaning and discloses
bizarre, shocking, stirring and remarkable relationships.
THE AUTHOR. With all this fuss, you are going to end up hav
ing me Jocked up by my own Myrmidons.
THE AUTHOR. No, no, officer, I assure you they are exagger
ating. Besides, I take back " middle-class drama ". I am only
a poor playwright, a simple man of the theatre.
* Respectively "Nicolas Flamel'' and "l'abbe Bremond" in the
original. Tr.
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OLD MAN UBU. You are a guttersnipe of ideas. Poor devil !
J EAN PRE VO ST. Old Man Ubu, I assure you this play shows
true emancipation.
PAUL REBOUX. Well then, what about those people who make
love on stage, those pistol shots, those drum rolls, those mad
scenes . . . pity the poor actors who had been hired.
OLD MAN UBU. Oh, my fanny ! I'll shut up ! I won't say an
other word ! Go on, Madame Apparition.
During the early part of 1 930, The Alfred Jarry Theatre will
present Le Coup de Trafalgar, a French play in four acts by
Roger Vitrac, produced by Antonin Artaud.
LETTER TO IDA MORTEMART
ALIAS DOMENICA26
Madame,
You asked me what I expect of this disgraceful, daring
play. Well, I simply expect everything. As matters stand, this
play is everything. It clears up a painful situation. It strikes at
the heart of a truth which is not quite appalling enough to
make us despair of being alive. This is exactly the spirit of my
production. I am as sure of it as I would be of a clockwork
mechanism making its explosive charge go off at the right time.
As if it were something more than a stage work, it is like the
truth of life itself, if one considers its incisiveness .
There is undeniable perverseness in this play, but it is no
worse than any of us in this respect. Everything dirty or filthy
has some meaning and should never be taken literally. Here,
we are in the heart of magic, in the midst of human decay.
Its reality is expressed from its most acute angle, but
also from its most oblique and indirect angle. The very
meaning of things arises from their ruthlessness , a sort of per
fect nakedness where the mind cb.oses a life of thought in its
most spontaneous emotional aspect. In this play we tried to
exhaust the quivering, crumbling aspect, not only of the feelings
but also of human thought. To bring to light the deep, eternal
antithesis between the bondage of our condition and our
physical faculties, and our capacity as pure intellect and pure
mind.
One character above all, yours, represents this antithesis,
and her appearance is the highlight of the play. This is why
Ida Mortemart owed it to herself to appear as a ghost, but a
ghost from certain aspects only, or rather from one cruelly real
aspect and one alone. This ghost from the beyond has retained
all the intelligence and superiority of the other world. We feel
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this in the implications she attaches WITHOUT RESPITE
to everything she says. Everything is a pretext for profundity,
a pretext she clutches at, as if trembling with fear not to go on
living. In any case, she represents the worst aspects of moral
pain and physical poisoning. Her ghostly condition, as of a
spiritually crucified woman, gives her the lucidity of clair
voyance. This is what explains the augural and powerfully
sententious tone with which she emphasises her seemingly
harmless rejoinders, which must be understood in their fullest
sense. All it would need would be for her to allow herself to
become disheartened by what she does. You can see the aw
fully embarrassing, almost inadmiss able horror of her situation,
all the more stifling and imposing for being inadmissible.
You must understand that this infirmity and this infirmity
alone could make her position in life so fatally unbearable, in
a word, so significant and expressive. To cut it out would
change the spirit of the play, robbing it of the most appalling
and really most powerful aspect of the PUNGENCY of the
lesson ensuing from it.
I believe a person's spirit, of whatever sort, should never
allow itself to be disheartened by anything. There are no excep
tions to freedom. And I am sure life does not hold any obstacles
for you, at least no fundamentally moral or social ones.
I hope that, at the matinee of 24 December next, you will
become that truly fabulous character, Ida Mortemart herself.
Yours sincerely,
Antonin Artaud
LETTER TO IDA MORTEMART
Maclain,
You asked me what I expect from this play. Well, I simply
expect everything in all possible fields. I will go even further :
I am sure of what I am doing by putting it on. I run as sure of
it as I would be of a clockwork mechanism making its explosive
charge go off at the right time. This play contains its own
proof and dependability. In the saine way as it is set in time,
beginning at a certain time and ending at an equally certain
time (it so happens this time is the usual one audiences come
and sit in theatres, leaving two or three hours later, the play
being altogether ended) . It is also set within a certain spatial
reality in which all the anxieties, as well as all the moral con
vulsions, and the most imperative problems of the day come
face to face. But here, anxiety has a direct connection, I mean
it is tangible, it contains its own outcome, and ends in the
general carnage at the finale, where everything is wound up
because, the play having reached a climax and the characters
having played their parts, there is no reason why the play
should go on, or leave the characters alive after it. All the
characters are the expression of a certainty. I mean everything
they say has a bearing on the widest possible scale, whether
they are conscious of it themselves or whether the author is
conscious of it for them. In this play there is a terrible desire to
be truthful, a spotlight trained on the foulest lower depths of
man's unconscious. I beg you not to regard this as an excessive
liking for shocking the public or an unnecessary wish to rebel
or astonish. It is undeniably perverse, but no more than any
of us in this sense . The author did not wallow in filth, in ugly
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or disgusting things. Everything dirty or filthy has a meaning
and must not be taken literally. Here we are at the very heart
of magic, the heart of human alchemy. The author wanted to
express real life from the most acute angle, but also from the
most oblique and indirect angle. All this is deliberately brought
out, ruthlessly heightened. He wanted to exhaust the quivering
crumbling aspect, not only of the feelings but also of human
thought, to bring to light the deep, eternal antithesis between
the bondage of our condition and our physical faculties, our
capacity as spirit and pure mind. One character above all
represents this antithesis. Her appearance is the highlight of
the play. This is why Ida Mortemart owed it to herself to appear
as a ghost, but a ghost from certain aspects only, or rather
from one cruelly real aspect and one alone. This ghost from
the beyond has retained all the intelligence and superiority of
the other world. We feel this in her tone of voice and the impli
cations she attaches without respite to everything she says.
Everything is a pretext for profundity, a pretext she clutches
at as if at her last gasp, afraid not to go on living. Everyone of
her words has a double or even triple meaning. In any case, she
represents the worst aspects of moral pain and physical poison
ing. Her ghostly condition, as a spiritually crucified woman,
gives her the lucidity of clairvoyance. This is what explains
the augural and powerfully sententious tone whereby she
emphasises her seemingly harmless rejoinders, which must be
understood in their fullest sense. All it would need would be for
her to allow herself to become disheartened by what she does.
You can see the awfully embarrassing, almost inadmissible
horror of her situation, all the more stifling and imposing for
being inadmissible.
You must understand that this infirmity and this infirmity
alone could make her position in life so fatally unbearable, in
a word, so significant and expressive. To cut it out would
change the spirit of the play, robbing it of the most appalling
and really most powerful aspect of the PUNGENCY of the
lesson ensuing from it.
What I have just written will make you understand just
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how sincere the author has been, how far he was guided by
the absolute need to go as far as possible.
Even if the truth were embarrassing.
No need to tell you I value this filthy, reviled part more
than any other. Personally, I find it the finest in the play and
this is why I would like to see it played by a first-rate actress.
Only an actress of such calibre could sustain it and make it
b elievable by sincerity stemming from the highest intellectual
level. I need not tell you this would be a wonderful chance for
you to attract attention, even at the cost of scandal. I feel only
real cretins could be scandalised in the presence of a character
of this sort.
I swear there is nothing in this world (even that) which can
not be saved by deep sincerity. Only I need really emancipated
people around me, really free minds. I believe a person's spirit,
whatever it may be, can never allow itself to be disheartened
by anything. Now I found FREE minds around me who none
the less thought the situation was such as to be exceptional. I
don't believe there are any exceptions to freedom, provided a
deeply human sense arises from it, and that art, and especially
theatre, saves everything.
I have a feeling life does not hold any obstacles for you, at
least no falsely moral, social or conventional ones, or that you
would let yourself be stopped by prejudice, especially one based
on social conventions.
Nothing human can be dirty, if the situation in which the
thing takes place is exciting. And this, as you see, is very
much the case. I hope that on 24 December you will become
the fabulous character of Ida Mortemart herself.
Yours sincerely,
Antonin Artaud
STRINDBERG'S A DREAM PLA r :
PROGRAMME NOTES
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A M I ME PLAY
AND
A STA GE SYN O P S I S
THE
PHILOSOPHER'S
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SET
A recess cut into a great black frame. The recess measures
almost the full height of the stage.
A great red curtain, which hangs down to the floor and rolls
out in huge tufts, fills all the back of the recess from top to
bottom. The curtain is set diagonally and is left-(seen from
front of house).
Downstage, a table with great solid legs, and a high wooden
chair.
The curtain, harshly lit from above and below-is cut down
the middle ; and when drawn aside a great red light can be
seen :
in there is the operating theatre.
CHARACTERS
Doctor Pale.
Isabelle : small town girl, bored. She cannot imagine love
assuming any other form than this frigid doctor-and love
leaves her unsatisfied.
Her desires, unconscious yearnings, are conveyed by vague
sighs, whimpers and moans.
PLOT
In one comer of the house is the doctor's experimental labora
tory.
Harlequin, who noticed Isabelle long ago and desires her,
will enter the house by means of one of these experiments-
ostensibly to be used by the doctor for a more or less sadistic
experiment.
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The latter is searching for the philosopher's stone .
Isabelle has a sort of dream during which Harlequin appears
to her, but she is separated from him by the very wall of un
reality through which she seemed to see him.
We watch one of the doctor's experiments on stage in which
Harlequin loses his arms and legs one by one, in front of the
terrified Isabelle. In her, horror is mingled with the first attrac
tions of love. Harlequin, left alone for a moment with Isabelle,
makes her with child, but surprised by the doctor in the midst
of their erotic labours, parallel with the doctor's sadistic labours
and experiments, they hurry to produce the child and bring
it out from under Isabelle's dress. It is a perfect, scaled-down
dummy of Dr Pale, who cannot doubt his parenthood when
he sees himself reproduced thus in his wife's child.
DEVELOPMENT
Dr Pale is in the midst of a veritable massacre of dummies in
one comer of the set, chopping them up with an axe, like a
woodcutter or a butcher. Isabelle, at a table downstage, starts,
writhes and despairs. Each blow echoes deep in her nerves. Her
convulsions and shudders occur in total silence : she opens her
mouth as if to cry out but we hear nothing. From time to time,
however, one of her yawns ends in a sort of drawn out hoot.
Having finished his diabolical task, the doctor appears down
stage holding a stump which he examines ; at one point he
seems to test its non-existent pulse ; then he tosses it aside, rubs
his hands, shakes himself, snorts, dusts himself off, raises his
head and sniffs. A sort of mechanical smile relaxes his features
and distends his face : he turns to his wife who is upstage,
imitating his movements like a vague, barely suggested, distant
echo. When the doctor smiles, so does she (always a silent echo),
she gets up, moves towards him. A long erotic labour begins.
Having nothing else but the doctor to batten on, she draws on
him for her happiness. The actress must show a mixture of
disgust and resignation in the impulse of her movement towards
him. Behind her coaxings, her flirtations, she shows silent rage,
her caresses end in slaps, in scratches. She pulls his moustache
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with sudden, unexpected movements-rains blows on his
stomach, steps on his toes as she stands to kiss his lips.
Towards the end of this sadistic love scene, a sort of period
military march bursts out-a man enters facing upstage,
seeming to introduce someone else, who is in fact none other
than himself. While he stands facing upstage, he talks and
makes a short introductory speech. Seen from the front, this
character is dumb, as the result of an experiment. But in him
self, this character is two-sided :
-one side, a sort of bandy-legged monster, a hunchback,
squinting, one-eyed cripple, who trembles in all his limbs as
he walks.
-the other, Harlequin, a fine lad who straightens up from
time to time and throws out his chest when Dr Pale is not
looking.
A horribly high-pitched and grating voice in the wings com
ments on all the main situations. At the start of the play, when
Isabelle uttered her desperate hoots, this voice was heard as if
it came out of the doctor's mouth, and we saw the doctor
spring on stage for a moment and mime the following words,
mouthing them and making the appropriate gestures :
" HAVE YOU FINI SHED INTERRUPTING MY
WORK ? SHE IS COM ING ! "
then return to his all-red room .
Harlequin says the following words when he introduces
himself :
" I HAVE COME TO HAVE THE PHILOSOPHER'S
STONE TAKEN OUT OF ME. "
Increasing the length of pause after each part of the sentence,
in a quavering, accented voice.
A short pause after "I have come "; long after "stone ";
longer still and indicated by a stop in movement on "of me " .
In a hoarse tone o f voice, delivered from the back of the
throat but at the same time high-pitched: the voice of a hoarse
eunuch.
When the doctor and Isabelle see (and hear) this, they let
go of one another slowly.
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The doctor all tensed in a grotesque attitude of scientific
curiosity, like a giraffe or heron, his chin exaggeratedly cran
ing forward.
On the other hand, Isabelle, who is dazzled by the appear
ance of Harlequin, assumes the form and pose of a weeping
willow : she mimes a sort of dance of ecstacy and astonishment ;
sits, brings her hands together, holds them in front of her with
timidly charming and moving gestures.
This scene could be played in slow motion with a sudden
lighting change. Harlequin, monstrous and bandy-legged,
trembles (slowly) in all his limbs, the doctor advances (slowly)
towards him, mad with joy and scientific curiosity, seizes
Harlequin by the scruff of the neck and pushes him into the
wings towards his experimental laboratory-while Isabelle,
who, with sudden rapture, has felt all the wonders of true love,
slowly faints.
A few moments pass after which we see the doctor push the
real Harlequin on stage ; we sense he has discovered the ruse ;
he amuses himself by chopping off his legs, arms and head with
an axe. Isabelle stands terrified in one corner of the set, loses
consciousness, and the use of her limbs as well, but she does not
fall.
Then the doctor, dead-tired, falls asleep. Harlequin, who
has fallen to the floor, finds his arms, his legs and his head
and, crawling, advances towards Isabelle.
The doctor is slumped on the table and has partly hidden
himself behind the red curtain, with only his head showing
and his dangling feet. He snores loudly. A violently erotic
scene ensues between Isabelle and Harlequin, in which Harle
quin lifts up Isabelle's dress (she has finally sat down centre
stage) and slides his hand towards that part called in the posters
of the period : " THE MUFF " .
The gesture is only begun, for the doctor wakes up, sees
them, and a tremendous roar, " OMPH " , bursts from the wings,
a monosyllable which the doctor utters each time he is in the
grip of violent emotion.
Harlequin and Isabelle hurry to produce the child and as the
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doctor, now completely awake, approaches, they show him a
dummy of himself-which Isabelle has just pulled out from
under her dress. He cannot believe his eyes, but faced with
the child's likeness, he gives in, and, while Harlequin hides
behind Isabelle, the scene ends with the married couple
embracing.
When they pull out the child, a cry is whispered in the wings :
" THERE SHE IS ! "
A deafening whistle could by substituted for this cry, some
thing like the noise made by a trench torpedo, ending in an
enormous explosion.
An intense light strikes the dummy at this instant, as if to
make it catch fire.
The doctor's " OMPH " is a sort of roar of joy, the roar of an
ogre. Its direction and volume could be made different for each
of his entrances.
When they are making the child the two players must go
through a period of madness while they take hold of each
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other's head, heart, stomach, loins, in turn and rhythmically,
then put their hands on each other's heads and hearts, hold
each other's shoulders as if each one wanted the other to wit
ness what is happening to him-and finally they make one
another jump in the air, using their stomachs as if they were
trampolines and shaking themselves in the air like sieves in a
gesture copied from the act of love.
THERE IS NO MORE FIRMAMENT81
Movement I
" I am announcing ! . . .
Informing you . . . .
My anouncement concerns . . . .
A great, great, great, very very great . . . " 8 6
Movement II
" It's ten o'clock at night, is that the sun or the moon up
there? Is that the sun or the moon ? "
A LAYABOUT. " That's the moon, fat-head, ain't you ever seen
a homed moon? ' 042
A CHILD . " Mummy, if the light goes out, will you be blind? "
The people in tiers form into two columns on each side of the
stage.
" Can't you stop pushing back there, I'll fall down. "
" What? fall down ! Who do you think you are, the sky? "
" Not so fast ! You're too heavy. "
" Oh ! Good God, it's true, so it's true. "
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Newsvendors spread out in the blacked-out centre stage,45
waving their news-sheets.
These vendors assume the former, great, incomprehensible
dream voice :
" What are they saying. Oh ! what are they saying, what
are they talking about? "
A calm patch, then very far off other voices take up the
chorus with a fresh invasion of news-boys. The word Sirius is
heard in every tone of voice and on every pitch in the scale,
getting louder as they go up.
" Here. Here, look here, I know, listen. This is the Truth. "
" But it's not normal, is it, something50 is not normal. "
" I'm cold, I'm falling. "
" Look, it's starting again . . . what's up? "
Silence.
A body is carried past on a stretcher. People rush forward to
have a look.
A man follows the body. A woman stops him.
" None the less, I don't understand. Anyway, what the hell
does it matter to us? Is that any reason for us to crack up? "
VOICES
" There, you understand, it is based on . . . "
" Well, chum, releasing collosal energy. "
" Not energy. Volatilisation. "
" What . . . ? "
" Decomposition of matter. "
" It's the end of the world. You don't release energy like
that. They are two worlds ramming one another.38 As if
the earth had blown up in the sky. "
(This last as an explanation.)
Movement III
Movement IV
Movement VD1
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Suggested act in street,
will police allow it, will police allow it,
I must say the atmosphere of modern streets is not theatrical,
therefore must,
find my environment, environment,
inclement weather, inclement weather
mobile theatre,
anyway you don't rehearse in the street,
anyway everything based on money, and money or lack of it
prevent everything,
one must be able to intimate materials do not cost anything :
timber, canvas, food and actors,
they can be got without money, or bartered, a commodity
co-operative can be re-established.
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TWO
PROD U C T I ON
PLANS
PRODUCTION PLAN FOR
STRINDBERG'S
THE GHOST SONA TA59
PRODUCTION
The production should be governed by a sort of two-fold cur
rent running between imaginary reality and whatever has
briefly come into contact with life, abandoning it almost at
once.
This slipping away of reality, this constant denaturation in
appearances, lead to the greatest freedom :
voices changing tone arbitrarily, overlapping one another,
sudden stiffening of attitudes and gestures, lighting changed,
decomposed, unusual importance suddenly given to a small
detail, characters morally fading away, leaving the noises and
music dominant, and being replaced by inert doubles, in the
form of dummies, for example, which suddenly take their
place.
THEME
Act I. The haunting figure of an old man dominates this
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phantasmagoria. Few plays convey as this one does the way
language communicates with the invisible reality which it is
supposed to express. This old man is present as a symbol of all
sorts of conscious and unconscious ideas ; revenge, hatred, des
pair, love and regret. At the same time he lives a very concrete,
real life. This old man, who is there for some mysterious task
of revenge, takes everyone and everything into his many care
ful plans, but fate finally takes him into its own. For that matter
the entire play is controlled by fate, which is visible in every
thing. The characters always seem on the point of disappear
ing, to be replaced by their own symbols.
A transparent house serves as the play's centre of attraction.
This open house reveals its many secrets. Thus a sort of round
drawing-room on the ground floor takes on a magic meaning.
Several characters rove around this house like dead people
attracted by their mortal remains. This feeling of compulsive
attraction, of spells and magic, is oppressive and overwhelming.
Minor characters appear :
the milkmaid,
the gentleman,
the lady,
crystallising the mood of nostalgia and regret, defining a
scattered feeling, pin-pointing an idea, like the low, lasting
notes of a chord.
The house is described, along with its habits, its inhabitants
and their obsessions. One gets the feeling the destinies of all
these people are inter-related, inextricably linked, like those
of people who are marooned on a lost vessel. The whole
play is like a closed world around which the circle of life is
suddenly stopped short.
The characters speak to ghosts, and the ghosts answer them.
But each person seems to have his own ghost. And sometimes
a character, sensing the invisible world all around him, seems
set on becoming as invisible as the others, and his own ghosts
come forth and appear just in time, pronouncing physical
words that have a strange relevance to all the play's tangible
sections.
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Act 1 ends in sudden, concentrated terror, suggesting the
drama that will reach its climax in the next Act.
Act Ill. The student and the girl are face to face. But every
thing keeps them apart still-all the inconveniences of life, all
the little household tasks, above all eating and drinking, in
short the bodily carcass, the weight of things, the shock of solid
matter, the attraction of weight, the general gravitation of
matter. Deliverance only comes with death.
The play finishes on this Buddhist thought, and that is one of
its faults. But it may also clarify the play for those in the audi
ence who would be frightened by the purely unconscious.
Besides, the production can minimise the religious sense of
the ending, through insisting on the density and contrast of the
rest.
ACT I.
Decor. Diagonally left, the open fa($ade of a house whose top
disappears in the flies.
All details specified by Strindberg will be thrown into relief,
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with some of them receiving special emphasis, particularly the
" spy ", who from the beginning calls attention to himself by a
luminous halo.
Most of the details will be larger than life.
On the right, part of the fountain in relief, may even have
real running water. The paved street, also in relief as in a
motion picture set, climbs up towards the back until it is cut
off by a sharp line. At the top of the climbing street a few
house fa�ades may be seen. Below the sharp line we sense
running water.
The back of the set opens onto a blue-green sky, giving an
impression of the sea, of infinity.
ACT II
Decor. As described by Strindberg, this set is the house in
Act I, seen from inside.
The walls are open, cut away, transparent, allowing us to
see the sky, the air and the light outside which remains distinct
from the light inside.
Certain objects mentioned by Strindberg-the curtain and
screen-take on disproportionate importance. They grow much
larger than life. The inside walls are indicated only by their
edges, by their incomplete outlines.
ACT Ill
Decor. This decor is based on the lighting, which is unreal
without suggesting anything conventionally fairylike.
Downstage, a kind of Hindu pavilion with transparent
columns, perhaps glass or some other substance, but completely
translucent.
Real or artificial plants, but not painted ones, fill all the
corners. Lights hidden in the leaves, mostly playing from
below.
The decor slants from right to left, and from down to up
stage. Upstage, the little round drawing-room, separated from
downstage by a large pane of glass like a store window, so that
everything seen behind it is flat and distorted as though seen
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through water, and no sound is heard from that part of the
stage. Upstage right, the decor is left open. And the entire
decor occupies no more than the downstage area.
LE CO UP DE TRAFALGAR
A Middle-class play in 4 Acts
BY
ROGER VITRAC
THE PLAY
General Characteristics. Although it is called a middle-class
play, this play is only middle-class because of the characters in
it, their ideas, their petty schemes, their tawdry desires, etc.,
and owing to its structure,
but at every moment circumstances disturb the settled order,
upset these little lives, introduce a period touch, and open a
door on History and Life.
Furthermore, the characters' actions and the events they
are mixed up in are shown from several angles and in every
sense. Each character follows his own train of thought and his
own impulses through to the end. In this way they attain that
universal truth which is the real aim of theatre, while remain
ing extremely typical and moulded by their period. The play's
language is strong, direct and terribly frank, being as careful as
possible not to omit the most secret, the most hidden truths. The
characters sometimes really enter like ghosts. They act just as
their whims dictate to them. They do not know how to deny
themselves anything.
DECOR
A ct I. Act I takes place in a caretaker's lodge, with a staircase
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in the background disappearing up into the flies. A certain
number of characters are introduced in the course of it, and it
sets the period of the play : on the eve of war.
Several moments of drama stand out in this Act, until the
last moment of drama at the curtain, when the handwriting
expert announces war has begun.
ACT I
Decor. A typical caretaker's lodge. Downstage left, a window
onto the street. Upstage left, a sort of very narrow alcove or
recess with a wooden bed and a great red eiderdown on it.
In the middle, slightly downstage from the alcove, a fire
place with mirrors. Upstage right, in an oblique wall section, a
glass partition with doors out onto the entrance hall of the
house. Downstage right, any sort of piece of .furniture, a side
board or cupboard, seen from behind, indicating that there is
a wall there.
In fact the whole decor, without slipping into the unreality
of that for The Ghost Sonata, is as if carved out of an immense
wall. The set will appear in a section of the wall, which is not
painted but exposes its true thickness on one of its edges, like
in certain film sets.
In the hall of the house we can see the beginning of a wide
staircase, but the lodge ceiling does not reach the level of the
flies. And upstage, the staircase can be seen continuing up
wards showing above the decor as far as the first landing, which
is indicated by a platform, with the staircase going up again to
lose itself in the flies.
ACT III
There is only one scene in Act I I I .
The set represents a cellar, like any other. It has vents right
and left, higher up. The set is angled. Upstage is a comer. But
this comer is obscured by projecting walls formed by the
building's foundations. Between these walls and the upstage
corner is a sort of nook, hidden in tum by crates and barrels
covered with a curtain.
The walls zig-zag down on both sides of the stage, showing
how thick they are.
The cellar roof is not all the same height. A part of it is just
the height of a man's head. Another part forces the people
sheltering there to lie down.
Above the cellar roof and facing one way on the set, upstage
centre, building fronts rise in tiers on both sides of the street.
Each exploding bomb reveals panic-stricken people crossing the
street, running, scattering into the air on both sides ! !
ACT IV
This Act contains the most brutal, true-to-life touches.
It ends in a minor key, however, like the echoes of a dying
argument. The set depicts a hotel room flooded with cold,
dreary light. Light like on a rainy day in Paris.
Left, a door, slightly centre ; downstairs right, a window on
to the room. Cheap furniture, used toilet articles. The corners
of the walls and ceiling are disgustingly dirty. A filthy old rug
on the floor, the coverlet on the bed is ripped.
ACTING
The actors must remain true to life, without any special
approach towards this play, either in speech or moves.
However, contrary to rep. custom, normal intonations and
gestures are deliberately raised a tone, becoming clearer, as if
in relief.
Any stylisation will be systematically rejected. This does not
prevent the characters' natures obeying a certain exceptional
logic.
All the characters in this play, with their unusual psychology,
must find a natural, yet little used, hidden, forgotten tone to
speak on, yet it must be as credible and also as real as any
other.
Without killing any of an actor's spontaneity, his tone of
voice, gestures and moves are worked out so they obey a
rhythm where everything falls into place.
The production supporting the play must work like a
smoothly running machine. Everything from the most general
to the smallest detail must fit. The way the characters develop ,
their entrances and exits, crosses, conflicts, arranged and
finalised with special precision and if possible, even anticipating
the slightest slip. The place for the latter is at the start during
rehearsals, rather than during the run. That's all.
But once the production is set, and set in such a way as to
allow some leeway for the actors' day to day reactions, as well
as for the audience's, everything should conform to it.
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NOTES ON
THE TRICKS TER S
BY
S T E V E PA S S E U R
THE TRICKSTERS62
Thus he wants this woman to love him, but not as one might
want a woman for a night.
handsome man, and how much it will absorb his own image,
hiE madly penetrating, wonderful mind.
I see this play as the act of a man who says to himself (the
person in question is a character called Luckmann in the play),
who says to himself :
" Ah ! so that's the way it is. Someone has you by the nuts
and when they've got you like that, it's enough for someone
else to show up and give you the impression he could grab you
like that, in his way, for you to give in.
" Being faithful is impossible so there is no chance of consist
ency, identity or continuity and therefore, no love.
" I am going to put a stop to that by disturbing you tremend
ously, by giving you a feeling of mental reality you have been
unaware of, a reality which differs from the reality of your
senses.
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" By this very fact, I am going to guard myself against any
possible personal disillusionment, against the fact of having
sullied my ideal by making use of it,
" and also against becoming sated. "
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REVI EWS
AT THE THEATRE DE L'OEUVRE
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L'ATELIER 1HEATREn
•
L' Atelier's season opens in Paris on 1 5 October at the
Theatre Montmartre with Life is a Dream, by Calderon. Huon
of Bordeaux by Alexandre Arnoux, will open towards the end
of the same month.
CARMOSINE AT L'ATELIER88
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SIX CHARACTERS IN SEARCH OF AN A UTHOR
AT THE
COMEDIE DES CHAMPS-ELYSEES68
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THE SECRETS OF LO VE
BY
ROGER VITRAC
(N.R.F. Edition)69
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THE TRICKSTERS
BY
STEVE PASSEUR
AT
L' ATELIER70
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LE CO UP DE TRAFALGAR
BY
ROGER VITRAC
AT THE
THEATRE DE L'ATELIER73
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SHAKESPEARE' S
AS rou LIKE IT
AT THE
THEATRE DES CHAMPS-ELYSEES
Adapted by Jules Supervielle75
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The Wrath of Heaven,
see Ecclesiastes,
see The Book of Job.
Tantalus : Man.
Hereditary Responsibilities.
No Free Will .
Classify Evil.
Let them end up badly, but let them start off even worse,
in this topsy-turvy world where death is a blessing and entering
this world a curse,
let nothing be sacred any longer,
neither family, nor honour, nor glory,
and let the leader covered with glory be suddenly dragged in
the mud.
Man is Tantalus
he thinks he has everything !
power of the possessive word.
Everything deceives him :
delusions of the period,
love,
the love of a lifetime,
riches ; a lure,
examine them closely-nothing there,
property ; he doesn't even own his own soul, even the Ego
doesn't exist.
Life ; who can be sure they can preserve their corpses long
enough to prevent themselves being reborn.
Laws ; borders, Hours, Centuries
Blood-ties.
The Family : what a joke.
War and Peace,
The Economy.
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ON
L I T E RA T U R E
AND
T H E PLASTI C ARTS
BIG STORES AND LITTLE TASTE77
The big stores are in very large part responsible for the general
deterioration of taste in France.
With their low prices and speedy delivery, it is they who
have, so to speak, foisted the stupid colour-prints, brass lamps,
nonsensical sideboards and all the other hideous furnishings in
today's middle-class family flats and even in country cottages.
They set about the universal impairing of taste by suppress
ing those isolated centres of individual initiative, the small
shops.
While [in] 7 8 certain towns in major foreign countries,
Vienna for example, each home bears an individual, quint
essential stamp, the general standardisation of interior decora
tion drives visitors away from family homes in France.
The masses are stupid, the masses are blind. They don't
know one doesn't furnish in order to furnish, or that furniture
has a strictly functional use and can only depart from strict
functionalism in so far as it offers artistic interest and assured
beauty. The cheapest whitewood wardrobe, if it is sufficient to
accommodate those things essential to everyday life, is a
thousand times more beautiful than a mass-produced Bon
Marche pedestal table with its vague reminders of caricatured
styles.
For in so doing, Monsieur Boucicault's* sole aim was to
make the greatest possible amount of money flow into his tills.
It makes little difference to him if he is to blame for such an
onslaught of ugliness spreading over the earth so we can now
say men are steeped in ugliness from the day they are born
until the day they die.
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A PROFILE OF
THE AUTUMN SALON79
ROOM 6. Pick out Gil-Marchex for his brio and the warm
fire of his colours.
ROOM g. Chabas-Chigny.
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A PRE-DADAI ST'S REMARKS
Books to Talk About81
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who rediscovered prose poetry, Jean Giraudoux, already the
leader of a school with Simon le Pathetique and . . .
Finally, on the fringes, Andre Obey, interested in rare, cata
leptic feelings in L'Enfant inquiet, Andre Birabeau with his
BeBe poilu, T'Serstevens already truculent and magnificent
and Louis Chadourne, Albert Jean and Jean Pellerin.
All this is no longer very new. We had already read stories
by Franc;ois Mauriac and Alain-Fournier that were similar to
this one, 0 ! Louis Chadourne ! The same feelings, the same
anxieties, the same stylistic methods and the same expressions
encountered.
There remains Charles Derennes, who does not lack verve
when he wants to use it, or observation, insight, analysis, and
Roland Charmy, a sensitive, restrained talent, forever making
progress.
Let us mention here L'Etau by Jacques Bonzon, an essay on
political finance. We can be interested in politics, can't we? In
this case, we don't give a damn about literature.
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MEN AND THE IR WORK.8
Not a Matisse yet. Cannot escape becoming him when our era
has finished taking form, giving rank to one of the most vibrant
and rarest sensibilities by which coloured matter has ever had
the good fortune to be animated. Still owes something to
Matisse, though less and less each day-some of the variations
on his pictorial themes and some of his treatment. To Matisse
as well as to Marquet, but in his most influenced paintings there
is something intense and rare, something musical those painters
must never have suspected. This is the secret of his art. Fraye
has a sensibility expressed in the interpretation of his canvases ;
a poet, a musician.
His panel at the last Autumn Salon was one of the loveliest
pieces of painting today. His nude on a red background riveted
artists' attention and inflamed onlookers' indignation. The
Nationale received a large panel from him. Here he is in
L'Amour de l' art and nominated as a member of the jury for
the next Autumn Salon. He is nearing great repute.
Great Prussian blue curtains colour the darkening day. He
is talking about joy. Five o'clock rings. The day recedes behind
the high chimneys. The chairs are painted the same blue as
the curtain. And the sea on the canvas is the same blue as the
chairs. Something in his soul is inclined towards the dark. He
is coloured by life tinged with a great deal of black. He is
searching. Matisse, Marquet, Bonnard and cold Vallotton ; Ah !
that's been done, that's been done. But I am sensitive ; I like
sensitive art. He takes out an early painting, youthful work.
" There is sensibility there. Yes. One can't say, it still needs to
be marshalled. I have marshalled my sensibility now. " Indeed
he has.
The little women in the style of Matisse, the schematic har
bours after Marquet, the orange-coloured creeks, all this is his
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daily bread, submitting to the requirements of the Ghouls-
art that sells. This is not the real Fraye. We were talking about
sensibility. More than that, Fraye is intellect, a most lucid
intellect, the two factors wonderfully balanced. The organism
most liable to carry out the blend of painting to satisfy both
our nerves and our minds at the same time.
Fraye showed me what the art dealers never buy. A wonder
ful painting where a semi-circular violet screen frames are arc
of a basket in which is inclined the red, white and blue mosaic
of a chianti flask.
" There, " he said, " this is what my patina leads me to do.
This is great art. In the meantime, one has to do the daily
grind. "
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LUGNE-POE AND PAINTING88
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THE SPRING SALONS90
La Nationale
French Artists
The cook, the old gentleman, the silly goose, the old maid and
the busker all climb aboard for the ride.
Amuse yourselves, onlookers, and talk yourselves into be
lieving this is art. We know what art is but you know nothing
about it. See above.
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MAURICE MAGRE AND ENCHANTMENT91
The unreal will always have its devotees. Still, its confines are
vast. It even encroaches on usual, everyday fields, provided
these are other people's everyday customs, far from us--and
they have known how to make the soul squirt out, spurt out,
to bring out the stirring beauty, the resounding humanity of
the tiniest actions in our lives.
There are predestined locations, however, and men's fancies
have always been ready to look to them : India, Persia, China
and Japan. Blessed be anyone, therefore, who, in our rather
dry, matter-of-fact idiom has remoulded Harlequin and the
Dervishes, has brought back fairy grottoes. Magre is the last
Enchanter. Last year, he gave us the exhilerating fumes of an
unreal garden, Harlequin in search of the Eternal Woman.
This year, he has given us Sin, where the alluring phantas
magoria of China's blossoms open out. This constant desire to
escape elsewhere, soon nearly twenty years of it, is a fine ex
ample of being faithful to an idea. But why must so much
tinsel be mixed up with so much pure matter? Why does he
have to dress his bewitching phantoms in old, down-at-heel,
background imagery, stolen from Banville three-quarters of the
time. Then in La Mort Enchainee there was that ridicu
lous procession of Shades, not even good enough for the riff
raff. Magre is a poet, none the less. Here and there he
unexpectedly bursts into style, to console us for this basic
carelessness.
Then, since he sung about opium, he was able to get an
unbelievable resonance out of daily events. His Montee aux
Enfers is nothing but one long opium dream, shimmering with
lacquer and heady with fumes.
Even here, where expression comes into full flower, where
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every word explodes with its fully charged meaning, revolting
excess spoils his finest poems. His facileness is no longer in the
imagery but in his posturing. However the book is saved by its
sincerity.
PIERRE MAC ORLAN
AND ADVENTURE STORIES92
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THE XIVth AUTUMN SALON95
The world seen from the bottom of the sea. If you have never
been a coral cluster or a madrepore tree, you will never under
stand Celine Amauld's art. Furthermore you would have to be
a thinking, intelligent coral cluster. A poem like Chess Game
cannot be tackled head-on. You need a mind equal to it. Per
haps you expect me to give you a rational, logical explanation,
a co-ordinated description of these poems ! There isn't one.
Celine Arnauld thinks by ass ociating ideas. One image calls up
another according to laws which are those of thought itself.
Each poem is a complete, perfectly formed whole, whose form
and length are dictated by inner, remote needs : e.g. Chess
Game.
But above all, Celine Amauld does not just write literature.
We are not in favour of rules. But the more literature forgoes
rules, the more it needs to be based on life, modelled on life,
infused with life. If, in the eyes of certain people, modem
literature only seems like literate dandies' Mandarin, the fault
lies with certain artificial collectors of mechanical imagery, set
down like full-grown butterflies. However, CCline Amauld's
poetry is an explosion of fiery vigour. Life itself growing outside
such nurtured flowing, like a cauldron of fiery images :
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In none of the Paris Galleries98 does one get the impression of
a rebirth in paintings, except at M . Kahnweiler's.
Cubism at Rosenberg Leon's. Cubism is cubism , which was
novel in its time. It has yielded all its fruits. Kahnweiler also
extolled cubism. It is time to change direction.
Bernheim junior. The stronghold of Impressionism. Here
and there some of the cubists are acceptable but only in so far
as they are acceptable to posterity and again there is a scent of
Impressionism in the air.
Marcel Bernheim where a slightly sanctified post-Impres
sionism unfolds. Around the Nationale, we are in 1 92 3 .
There remains Paul Guillaume, who put Modigliani up ! The
adherents of Negro art !
All these people are staying pat. Their Galleries have the
appearance of museums. But Kahnweiler's is in continual fer
ment. He is painting's crucible. We really get99 the impression
we are witnessing the gestation of a new art here. Art in labour.
Vlaminck Derain are there as witnesses of well-trodden paths.
A jumping-off point. The solid columns of the new temple. A
guarantee for future harvests.
Juan Gris endlessly renews himself. His window is like a
frozen prism, a moment in time reconstituted with its exact
casing of light.
Living painting is moving in these directions, painting as
yet unborn.
Among the newcomers, Masson applied Cubist ideas to
restoring natural objects, to nature which in his hands really
becomes nature thought over, seen through his temperment.
His forests are soft and imposing, but always a little absolute.
Each of his forests is The Forest, where all the parts o f the
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forest are discovered, organised. Like a real decor. This mighty
man is capable of tenderness, even suavity. This will be his
undoing.
Togores is strong, clear, full of style.
Dascaux is able to marry sensed and thought nature. Each
of his landscapes are true to life, solid, real and yet transposed.
Nothing from Utrillo. Old streets, old hovels. His mood is the
colour of stone, the colour of day, the colour of the sky. While
Invisible, it enthralls you little by little. The general effect is
bitter-sweet. Like truth. But seen through the mind. Every one
of his paintings has an air like the end of something. The artist
is saying : there, that's it. In fact, that is it, in relation to ONE
moment in the mind.
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LETTER FROM PARIS100
Picasso Exhibition
Kisling Exhibition
This artist only applies himself to rendering life seen from its
most acute angle, full of deep unconsciousness and meaning.
Life disclosed for the first time, a new angle on reality. Life in
an Hoffmannesque atmosphere, such as Hoffmannesque eyes
would view it. Effective life affecting things. Adorable little
child whose eyes are empty, insulting old man with glasses, you
are as dense as life.
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MARTHA AND THE ENTHUSIAST
BY
JEAN DE BOSSCHERE
(Emile Pau[)1 0 1
191
HANDJI
BY
ROBERT POULET
(Denoel and Steele)1 0 5
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THE CUP OF GOLD
BY
LUDWIG T IECK
TRANS LATED BY ALBERT B E GUIN
(Denoel and Steele)1°7
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A CURIO US PERSON'S COPY-BOOK
BY
LI SE DEHARME
(Cahiers Libres)118
199
SA TAN THE OBSCURE
BY
JEAN DE BOSSCHERE
(Denoel et Steele)114
200
BAL THUS EXHIBITION
9
AT THE GALERIE PIERRE 11
202
LIFE, LOVE, DEATH, THE VOID
AND THE WIND
BY
ROGER GILBERT-LECOMTE
(Cahiers Libres)120
205
NA UMBURG CHURCH
AN ALBUM BY
WALTER HEGE AND WILHELM PINDER
(Deutscher Kunstverlag, Berlin)121
THE PROGRAMME
" I A masterpiece of modem Russian cinema, V.I.
Pudovkin's The Mother (after the novel by Gorki). Uncut
version.
II An original Act by a ' well known' author, put on
without the author's permission.*
Featuring :
Genica Athanasiou, Andre Berley, Henri Creinieux, etc.
Produced by Antonin Artaud.
* The author's name and the title of the play will be an
nounced at the end of the performance. "
* I should mention that the only help requested from the police led
to barring demonstrators entry to the theatre. Any police action taken
inside the theatre or in the street had been called for by others than us,
unknown to us and previous to our request.
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attitude, it is worth remembering that the first year it existed,
the Alfred Jarry Theatre, on its own, provoked the only
dangerous and daring disturbances of a Surrealist nature to
take place for at least two years. The performance of Le Partage
de Midi on 1 4 January 1 92 8, without the author's permission,
followed by an announcement by Antonin Artaud denouncing
Paul Claudel's treachery-the declaration of public rebellion
made on 2 June 1 9 2 8 by Antonin Artaud during the first per
formance of A Dream Pla�ntailed serious judicial risks no
Surrealist disturbances had incurred for a long time.
To tell the truth, as a result of this, they stopped being
Surrealist disturbances, almost becoming Revolutionary dis
turbances, since the two words became irreconcilable a long
time ago.
No one could deny the Surrealists once had a certain spirit
or a certain Revolutionary susceptivity. Certain passages in
their declaration of 2 7 January 1 9 2 5* gave notice of activity,
beside which a few shortlived uproars, without any risk
attached, in theatres or at literary dinners seem ridiculous.
Unwilling to run any real risks and incapable of having any
effect, therefore lacking the two really Revolutionary attributes,
the Surrealists, whatever attributes they may have, by remain
ing within the literary or artistic domain, incur no risks except
that which is most sought after as a consecration of their
childish acts, namely a short stay in the police cells.
To put an end to this dictatorship by oblivion, whose ridi
culous exploits compromised even the very ideas they were
supposed to safeguard, in the meantime any means seemed
valid, even those which were the most distasteful to me. For
ARTLESSLY
Poisonous Plants
1 June.
The next day and the day after, 1 and 2 June, two perform
ances comprising a programme of : Acid Stomach or the Mad
Mother by Antonin Artaud, The Secrets of Love by Roger
Vitrac and Gigogne, a one-Act play, by Robert Aron were
given in front of very good audiences, many of whose names
I have kept.
Aron told us there was a loss of between 6,ooo and 7 ,ooo
francs entirely paid by him. A lot of phone calls and conversa
tions the following day confirmed the very great success of this
venture.
The following December ( 1 92 7), one act of Claudel's play
Le Partage de Midi was to be put on against the author's
wishes, with the first showing of a banned Pudovkin film based
on Gorki's The Mother. For this show we also had to book
seats in advance for all our friends and relations.
-Claudel-Artaud incident
-As a result, several events occurred that were to be of
importance for the Alfred Jarry Theatre :
Two of our Swedish friends who had seen the performance,
in admiration at the mood of the production, told my husband
and myself that if the Jarry Theatre were to put on Strindberg,
the Swedish colony in Paris were likely to book many seats at
50 francs and that certain members might donate several thou
sand francs which would assure its production.
A Dream Play had been in the repertoire since the theatre
was formed, as the invitations to Aron's lecture of 2 5 November
1 926 attest.
So it seemed to me the time had come to produce this play.
Artaud and Aron immediately agreed-and I put this up to
our Swedish friends. Vitrac was in the South of France at the
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time and I asked Aron to write to him since he (Aron) was in
charge of the business arrangements. But at that very moment
Aron said he had had enough of the Jarry Theatre and had
given up bothering about it. I begged him to do no such thing,
to go on, assuring him I would give him all the help I could.
I then used all possible means to make the production out
standing. From his end, Artaud did all he could, struggling
against enormous difficulties,. since he had no theatre to re
hearse in. It opened on 2 June 1 928.
I have kept a seating plan with almost all the seat numbers
made up by me. 1 50 seats were taken by the Swedes, plus 34
reserved by the Legation, including the Minister. Eight repre
sentatives of the main Stockholm and Gotheberg dailies had
taken two boxes. All the important French press, five American
reporters, three Viennese newsmen, three Belgians, two Dutch,
several members of the Danish legation, including the Minister.
Among others I had asked to attend and who were present :
La duchesse de la Rochefoucault, Paul Valery, le princesse
Edmond de Polignac, Prince George of Greece (a Dane), la
comtesse Albert de Mun, la comtesse M. de Polignac, la vicom
tesse de Gaigneron, Fran�ois Mauriac, Countess Greffulhe,
Arthur Honegger, Lucien Maury, Claude Berton, Pierre Bris
son, Andre Bellesort, Benjamin Cremieux, G. de Pawlewsky,
Paul Chauveau, etc. Swedish and French artists, members of
the Austrian legation, the famous writer Marika Stjemstadt,
Mme. Karem Bremson, etc.
One cannot name them all. All the stalls were booked as was
the first row of the Dress Circle. Two Swedes had sent, 1 ,500
francs and 1 ,ooo francs respectively.
On arriving I was greatly surprised to see that all the num
bers of the reserved seats had been changed at the last minute
by the box office. This left thirty or so stalls seats empty, the
ticket-holders having been shifted into the Gallery (not booked
in advance).
Justifiable dissatisfaction on the audience's part. The Sur
realists were now able to sit in the centre of the house. I believe
you know the rest.
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My husband and I reimbursed the Swedes out of our own
pockets.
The official note on the incident sent by the Swedish Lega
tion in Paris to the foreign and Swedish press was good enough
to remark that the production was very fine, much above
Reinhardt's, who had first produced Strindberg's A Dream
Play at the Intimate Theatre in Stockholm.
Eight days later, on 9 June 1 928, the second performance
took place in the conditions referred to in Aron's Manifesto
dated 1 0 June 1 928.
To avoid the Jarry Theatre succumbing to the attempts to
destroy it which had been made at these performances, alone
this time (Aron liad finally backed out) I wanted to allow Roger
Vitrac as playwright and Antonin Artaud as producer to give
three performances of Victor or the Children are in Power.
You know the rest. . . .
Deeply interested in these repeated efforts, on 1 5 November
I 9 2 9 Vicomte and Vicomtesse Ch. de Noailles presented Artaud
with the sum of 2 0,000 francs for his next production. "
Yvonne Allendy
44. " The moon's falling. I tell you the moon's falling. Look,
it's coming loose, it's falling. "
" Let it fall, let everything go to blazes, tell them where my
love comes from, august Selene.
To begin with, it is certainly a case of love . . . "
.
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4 5 . " . . . in the dark centre stage . . . . "
48. TS. No. 1 ends here. TS. No. 2 is much too incomplete to
follow. What follows therefore, is the MS. Where there are dis
crepancies, the notes give the text of TS. No. 2 .
5 2 . " The crowd are glad. People feel reassured. All breathe a
sigh of relief. "
" The only part of the play treated in a slightly original way,
where theatricality happens, where theatre happens, appears in
a physical, concrete manner, in one part, one character, the
one protagonist. Unfortunately, the tendency adopted was the
only one which didn't work as it applied neither to that char
acter, nor to the play. It was a failure. "
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