Manifesto Page #3
- NOT RATED
- Year:
- 2015
- 95 min
- 5,024 Views
you've been forced into,
as dogman, you'd stand up
straight and play the massacre
game, just like we do.
But you're too scared
of no longer believing.
You don't understand that one
can be attached to nothing
and be happy-
We see everything.
We love nothing.
I am against systems.
The most acceptable system is,
in principle, to have none.
Abolition of logic, Dada.
Abolition of memory, Dada.
Abolition of archeology, Dada.
Abolition of the future, Dada.
Dada is still sh*t,
but from now on...
From now on we want to
sh*t in different colors,
to decorate the art zoo with
all of the consular flags.
Dada is neither madness,
nor wisdom, nor irony.
Dada means nothing.
And you are all idiots.
You know, you're all complete
idiots made from the alcohol
of purified sleep.
You're like your hopes, nothing.
Like your paradise, nothing.
Like your idols, nothing.
Like your political
men, nothing.
Like your heroes, nothing.
Like your artists, nothing.
Your religion, nothing.
No more painters.
No more writers.
No more musicians.
No more sculptors.
No more religions.
No more Republicans.
No more royalists.
No more imperialists.
No more anarchists.
No more socialists.
No more Bolsheviks.
No more politicians.
No more proletarians.
No more Democrats.
No more bourgeois.
No more aristocrats.
No more armies.
No more police.
No more fatherlands.
Enough of all
these imbecilities.
No more anything.
No more anything.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Before I come down
there among you,
to tear up your rotten
teeth, your scab-filled ears,
your canker-covered tongues...
Before I rip off your
ugly, incontinent, cheesy
little dick...
Before all of that,
we're gonna have
a great big bath in antiseptic.
And we're warning
you, it's us who
are the murderers of all
your little, newborn babies.
What we need IS
works of art that
are strong, straight,
precise, and forever
beyond understanding.
The best and most
extraordinary artists
will be those who,
every hour, snatch
out of the frenzies cataract
of life.
Who with bleeding
hands and head,
hold fast to the
intelligence of their time.
To sit in a chair for a single
moment is to risk one's life.
Children, lunch is on the table.
Darlin', lunch is ready.
Thank you, Alice.
Robert, could you
please feed Poppy?
Yes, Mama.
Children, lunch is ready.
Did you brush your hair?
Darlin'?
John?
Where's Daddy?
I don't know.
Well, we'll
I am for
an art that is political,
erotical, mystical, that
on its ass in a museum.
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Manifesto" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 28 Apr. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/manifesto_13321>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In