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Audience of f***ing
retrograde, f***ing idiots,
f***ing f***ing art dealers.
My madness
has not been reckoned with.
Truth never occurs
outside our own selves.
Life is but a system,
open to the rains
that fall at intervals.
Things have no conceivable
intrinsic value.
flourish in an inner dimension.
We seek truth, not in the
reality of appearances,
but in the reality of thought.
We must create.
Man no longer imitates.
He invents.
He adds to the
facts of the world.
Born in nature's breast, new
facts, born in his head...
A poem, a painting, a statue,
a steamer, a car, a plane...
We must create.
That's the sign of our times.
Impose aesthetic limits.
Create art from
one's own abilities.
Don't reincorporate old
values, but create anew.
The past, we are leaving
behind us as carrion.
The future, we leave
to the fortunetellers.
We take the present day.
No more retrospection.
No more futurism.
Everyone's silent open
mouths miraculously
illuminated by the vertiginous
light of the present.
Unique and
electronically sensitized
Forever renewed, yet
forever the same.
Let us love our
unparallelled century.
Our egotism is now supreme,
our confidence unswerving.
Swabbing In my
glorious isolation,
lam illuminated by the marvelous
incandescence of my
electrically charged nerves.
A great era has
begun, the spiritual awakening.
The increasing tendency
to regain lost balance.
The inevitable necessity
of spiritual plantings.
We are standing at the threshold
of one of the greatest epochs
that mankind has
ever experienced.
The epoch of great spirituality.
Art, literature, even exact
science are in various stages
of change in this new era.
They will all be overcome by it.
We are freeing ourselves
of the impediments
of memory, association,
nostalgia, legend, and myth.
reality is self-evident,
both sublime and beautiful.
Instead of making cathedrals
out of Christ, man, or life,
we are making them
out of ourselves,
out of our own feelings.
The sublime is now now
picturesque or amusing
for the sentimentalist,
or the romantic.
And the rich are boors,
without exception.
Oh yes, yes.
Good point.
I think it's time.
Ladies and gentlemen, long
live the great art vortex.
Thank you, Darling.
Our vortex is not
afraid of the past.
Well, in fact, it's
forgotten its existence.
With our vortex, the present
is the only active thing.
Life is the past and the future,
but the present is ought.
We stand for the
reality of the present.
Not for the sentimental future,
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