If I Had My Will, I Would

All That I Have To Offer As An Artist Is The Revelation Of My Soul

I Use Everything That I Pick Up In My Memory, And Everything That Vibrates In My Soul.

To Save The Theatre, The Theatre Must Be Destroyed, And Actors And Actresses All Die Of The Plague ... They Make Art Impossible.

If I Had My Will, I Would Live In A Ship On The Sea And Never Come Nearer To Humanity Than That!

If I Were Twenty Or Thirty Years Younger, I Would Start Afresh In This Field With The Certainty Of Accomplishing Much. But I Should Have To Learn From The Bottom Up, Forgetting The Theatre Entirely And Concentrating On The Special Medium Of This New Art. My Mistake, And That Of Many Others, Lay In Employing "theatrical" Techniques Despite Every Effort To Avoid Them. Here Is Something Quite, Quite Fresh, A Penetrating Form Of Visual Poetry, An Untried Exponent Of The Human Soul. Alas, I Am Too Old For It!