Art is accusation, expression, passion. Art is a fight to the finish between black charcoal and white paper. |
Art is accusation, expression, passion. Art is a fight to the finish between black charcoal and white paper. |
Even bad books are books and therefore sacred. |
I don't want you to sketch this cripple, this freak of nature, I want you to slaughter him, crucify him, to nail him to your paper with charcoal! |
I shall speak of how melancholy and utopia preclude one another. How they fertilize one another... of the revulsion that follows one insight and precedes the next... of superabundance and surfeit. Of stasis in progress. And of myself, for whom melancholy and utopia are heads and tails of the same coin. |
If work and leisure are soon to be subordinated to this one utopian principle -- absolute busyness -- then utopia and melancholy will come to coincide: an age without conflict will dawn, perpetually busy -- and without consciousness. |
The job of a citizen is to keep his mouth open. |
The job of a citizen is to keep his mouth open. |
The naked figure will not get ahead between the mirrors. |
The trend is towards the bourgeois-smug. |
We are creating the future. |
Whenever there has been talk of exterminating rats, others, who were not rats, have been exterminated. |