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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,
or for the past.
Now in their gush over
machines and airplanes,
et cetera, the
futurists, for instance,
are, at present, the most
romantic and sentimental
of the so-called moderns.
Now we don't want to go
about making a big hullabaloo
over, you know, motorcars,
any more than knives and forks
or elephants or gas pipes.
I mean, elephants are
very big, and cars
go very fast, but so what?
We want to leave
nature and man alone.
We need the unconsciousness
of humanity,
their stupidity,
their animalism,
and of course, their dreams.
The art instinct is
permanently primitive.
So, thank you all
so very, very much.
Raise your glass.
Yes.
Thank you for all
your support, Darling.
I really appreciate it.
Back from Hanover?
Or was it Lisbon'?
Oh, Darling.
So lovely to see you.
Oh.
Oh, Darling.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I'm for an art, for a pocket
from deep channels of the ear,
from the edge of the
knife, from the corners
of the mouth, stuck in the
eye, or worn on the wrist.
I'm for an art that you can kiss
like a pet dog, which expands
and squeaks like an accordion,
which you can spill your dinner
on like an old tablecloth.
I'm for the white art
of refrigerators and the
muscular openings and closings.
I am for the art of hearts,
funeral hearts, and sweetheart
hearts, full of nougat.
I'm for the art of
teddy bears and guns,
exploding umbrellas,
burning trees, fire
cracker ends, chicken
bones, and boxes
with men sleeping in them.
No to spectacle.
No to virtuosity.
No to transformations of
magic and make-believe.
No the blunder and
transendency of the star image.
No to the heroic.
No to the anti-heroic.
No to trash imagery.
No to involvement of
performer or spectator.
No to style.
I swear that b*tch loses
Mm hmm.
I've been getting blisters
Yeah.
Did you see Jessie's top?
No.
You mean the pink one'?
No to camp.
No.
Not on this side.
Check the wardrobe on the left.
OK.
No to seduction of spectator
by the wiles of the performer.
I cannot wait for
this season to be over.
- I tell you.
- Why's that?
No to eccentricity.
It is working deep down..
Julian, in line.
Fall in line.
And lift.
Is on the beat, on the beat.
And lift, lift.
No, they're too slow.
On the beat.
Lift together on the beat.
Flat hands.
Flat hands.
No, this is too slow.
That's too slow.
OK.
Life is an artwork
and the artwork is life.
The more we know, the less we
understand, the better it is.
I welcome whatever happens next.
Fluxus is a way of doing things
and a way of life and death.
Fluxus is inside you.
It is part of how you are.
Fluxus is bigger than you.
Fluxus has made an art of
nothing and vice versa.
No, he's in the wrong position.
Again, in the wrong position.
Fluxus
makes absolutely no sense.
Fluxus hasn't even
taken place yet.
Fluxus is a pain in art's ass.
Purge the world of
intellectual, professionalism
and commercialized culture.
Purge the world of dead art.
Imitation art.
Artificial art.
Abstract art.
Illusionistic art.
Mathematical art.
Promote non art reality to
be grasped by all peoples,
no, no, no, not
just the critics.
Dilettantes, professionals.
Promote a revolutionary
flood and tide in art.
Promote living art,
anti-art, anti-art.
The love and imagination.
What I most like in you
is your unsparing quality.
The mere word freedom is the
only one that still excites me.
Among all the many misfortunes
to which we are heir,
we are at least
allowed the greatest
degree of freedom of thought.
some intimation of what can be.
And this is enough to devote
myself to it without fear
of making a mistake.
We are still living
under the reign of logic.
The absolute rationalism
that is still in vogue
allows us to consider
only facts relating
directly to our experience.
Under the pretense of
civilization and progress,
we have managed to
banish from the mind
any kind of search for truth
which is not in conformance
with accepted practices.
From man's birth
until his death,
thought offers no
solution of continuity.
Yet a part of our mental world
to light, the dream.
An ordinary observer
attaches so much
more importance to waking
events than to those
occurring in dreams.
reduced to a mere parenthesis,
as is the night.
When will we have
sleeping magicians,
sleeping philosophers?
order to surrender myself
to the dreamers,
in order to stop
imposing, in this realm, the
conscious rhythm of my thought.
Can't the dream also
be used in solving
the fundamental
questions of life?
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