Manifesto Page #4
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I am for an art
that grows up not
knowing if it is art at all.
I am for an art that embroils
itself with the everyday crap
I am for an art that
imitates the human,
that is comic if
necessary, or violent,
or whatever is necessary.
I am for an art...
I am for an art that takes its
form from the lines of life
itself, that twists and extends,
and accumulates and spits,
and drips, and is heavy, and
coarse, and blunt, and sweet
and stupid as life itself.
I am for an art out
of a doggy's mouth
falling five stories
from the roof.
I am for an art that a kid licks
after peeling away the wrapper.
I'm for an art that is
smoked like a cigarette,
smells like a pair of shoes.
I'm for an art that is put on
and taken off like pants, which
develops holes like socks, which
or abandoned with great
contempt like a piece of sh*t.
I say
to all:
abandon love.Abandon aestheticism.
Abandon the baggage of wisdom,
for in the new culture,
your wisdom is ridiculous
and insignificant.
Only dull and impotent artists
fail their work with sincerity.
Art requires truth,
not sincerity.
In the
distance shines our tomorrow.
Hurray for the
transparent, the clear.
Hurray for purity.
Hurray and hurray
again for crystal,
for the fluid, the graceful,
the angular, the sparkling,
the flashing, the light.
Hurray for
everlasting architect.
Architecture has to be
cavernous, fiery, smooth, hard,
angular, brutal, round,
delicate, colorful, obscene,
lustful, dreamy,
attracting, repelling,
throbbing, alive or dead.
If cold, then as cold
as a block of ice.
If hot, that as hot
as a blazing wind.
Architecture must blaze.
Blue discharge of
car exhausts scented
with the dynamic
modernity has exactly
the same emotional value
as the beloved talents
of our exquisite modernists.
I mean, man is not a
systematically balanced
clockwork mechanism, is he?
I mean, ideas often
run off the rails.
continuously from one another.
But they're simultaneous,
and, you know, intermittent.
Because logic-
logic is a mistake.
And the right to wholeness
is a monstrous, f***ing joke.
conducted like a f***ing
amateur f***ing band.
I mean, who raised the
question of sincerity?
Oh yeah.
Just a moment,
ladies and gentlemen,
while we shovel out more coal.
Who of is the most sincere?
Those of us who purify
and crystallize ourselves
through the filter
of personal emotions?
- Leave me be.
- Or what?
All of those artists
whose only concern is
to ingratiate themselves
with the amorphous
crowd and scanty audience.
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