The dead read books with
a lot of pages . . . They have
the time for language
—Kathy Acker, The Book of Haiku Revelation
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December 7, 2015Support independent psychotronic fiction! (pt. 2)
December 7, 2015
Art that is eating
the spectator interests
me more than beauty
—Marcel Duchamp, The Book of Haiku Revelation
Jeff Koons
September 19, 2014***************
Advertising is
a humanitarian
act. Fundraising too.
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I’ve always enjoyed
the avant-garde: Disney, Pop,
the Church, Germany
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The invisible
fabric that holds the market
together is love
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Surrealism is
the waiting list of Dada’s
communal courage
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Morality is
not responsibility,
it is transcendence
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Every painting is
metaphysical candy,
a surface gesture
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A museum is
the one place where money is
gift-wrapping paper
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Art is a mundane
fetish of energy, a
box of reaction
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Politics is like
the biology of trees,
a Bambi closet
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Consumerism is
really found within you—
it’s self-expansion
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Elaine Sturtevant
March 20, 2014***************
Appropriation
is the understructure of
articulation
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Visibility
engenders hostility:
the frightening seen!
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Intuition is
the piss that waters the loss
of hierarchies
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Authorship is a
fraudulent readymade, a
vague imposition
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The cybernetic
excess of America
is retard funny
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Repetition is
the displacement of space with
continuity
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Deleuze and Foucault
are the big bang of mental
exhaustion—fuck them!
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Duchamp and Warhol
are a pervasive turn-on
with no threat of sex
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[Sturtevant is virtually unrepresented on quote sites. All text pooled from interviews with Peter Halley, Hans Ulrich Obrist, and Bruce Hainley.]
Damien Hirst
March 4, 2014***************
I’d like to put the
Beatles in formaldehyde . . .
but it would be wrong
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I was brought up a
Catholic; I don’t have to
believe in England
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Love is like a sheep
collage, and you can always
get another sheep
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The goal of life is
immortality—I would
like to deviate
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Contemporary
art is ridiculous; so
is integrity
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Every crass artist
has to reinvent Pollock
without a canvas
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Hardcore poetics
is Philip Larkin writing
about an ashtray
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America is
a medicine cabinet
floating in vomit
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There is nothing more
morbid than advertising—
it’s a death funfair
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Andy Warhol
January 22, 2014***************
Paintings and films are
really just like toilet seats
and shower curtains
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Artificial sex
is like eating peanuts: once
you start you can’t stop
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Pop Art will ball you,
but Abstract Expressionism
will come in your mouth
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The President is
always lying. So what? I
try not to notice.
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Love is Liz Taylor
having a Coke and a hot
dog in a limo
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Poor people won’t be
reincarnated—they have
no real incentive
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America has
a long tradition of great
refrigerators
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Mystery is the
mother of art, but money
is its weak husband
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The richest people
have no problems, no defects,
and they’re not boring
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There’s a difference
between plastic and empty:
empty is shiny
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http://thoughtcatalog.com/madison-moore/2013/05/the-41-greatest-andy-warhol-quotes/
Gauguin
November 19, 2013***************
Plagiarism is work—
there is always a demand
for fresh plagiarism
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To see the blue tree
of salvation is to be
blinded by mad dreams
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Philosophy is
art; nature is art; prepared
ignorance is art
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Each generation
must cultivate its taste for
great stupidity
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Civilization
is an expression of pure
mediocrity
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Power concentrates
the little machine of the
brain and gives it teeth
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The invisible
beast of revolution will
fire eternity
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The eye of virtue
assigns radiance to the
degenerate life
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The consecrated
individualism of
beauty is revenge
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There are two sorts of
senile critic: the scoundrel
and the old scoundrel
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Timidities of
sensation are scattered in
the ashes of form
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Francis Picabia
October 6, 2013***************
My ass always has
need of God; my head always
has need of Satan
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The essence of a
man is his shirt and trousers—
naked, he’s nothing
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All pleasure is pain
disguised as misery and
bald indifference
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The unaesthetic
is as indispensable
as the family
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There are only two
categories: life and death.
They bore everyone.
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Knowledge is like art—
it lasts only five minutes,
useless and tiring
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Concubinage is
marriage that takes liberties
with monotony
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Paradise is the
blue music of immortal,
bearable failure
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Vincent van Gogh
September 24, 2013***************
Frightening dreams are
silenced only by the blue
of Man’s suffering
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If you hear a voice
within you, disregard it
with your inmost strength
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If you don’t paint the
stars, your soul is forsaken,
a wisp of warm smoke
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I am still far from
God, lost, a churchwarden in
the dirtiest hut
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Life is a yellow
storm on an orange sea—a
fantasy of love
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My heart is the slave
of conscience without courage—
small deeds, small mistakes
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Religion is a
terrible certainty of
high-minded reason
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My faith is a poor
fisherman who is always
remaining ashore
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Fallibility
and discouragement fire the
imagination
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Cecilia Giménez
August 31, 2012Boldness, behold man!
The sanctuary of the
artist in a work
voluntarily
miserable—an act that
falls to an inmost
cause, political
considerations of new
idols touched by the
creationists, the
primitive figure of a
movement that combines
the intelligent
intervention of severe
expressionism with
the accuracy
of artistic belonging:
Goya, Munch, Ensor.
[Original Spanish text of the Change.org petition “trinitized” via Spanish-English and Latin-English triple-filtering, Bing and Google translators.]
Jean Dubuffet
November 18, 2011***************
Art is an orgy
of chameleons huge with
monkey dementia
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Art is the highest
degree of normal—super
normal, which is mad
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Art is plunged in snow
like the unlimited steppes
of delirium
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Art is anything
that the commissioner of
police says it’s not
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Art is anything
that the commissioner of
police says it is
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Art is art as long
as it isn’t grasped by man’s
raw smitten fingers
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Art is not in bed
with the State; it sleeps naked
in the dirt with roots
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Art is mimesis.
Art is mimesis. Art is
mimesis. Art is . . .
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Art is contrary.
Art is homogeneous.
Art forgets itself.
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Art is afraid of
extinction—but it scorns all
continuity
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Art is painting but
painting is not art; painting
is mood carpeting
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Art is dirt in the
service of rubbish; art is
fashionable mud
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Art participates
in the creative process
by not being love
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Picasso
July 24, 2011***************
The chief enemy
of truth is the harmony
of the beautiful
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My mother sings like
an alarm clock . . . She’s the egg
of sterility
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I have removed all
traces of reality
from my diary
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If the Pope were a
Minotaur I would be a
monk-soldier of love
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There are only two
types of women: the mirror
and the photograph
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Everything is a
museum, and everything
is in the canon
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What is a cat? The
elimination of the
unnecessary
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Children are useless . . .
The problem is where to put
them when they grow up
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The truth is a lump
of sugar that dissolves in
the bath of old age
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When you’re willing to
die today you can put off
life till tomorrow
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Max Ernst
June 1, 2011***************
Birth is the conquest
of Christian humility . . .
A nudity bomb
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Expressionism is
the decorative coupling
of eye and psyche
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The ugliness of
pride is the ugliness of
felt reality
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The irrational
has got nothing to do with
the irrational
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Collage is simply
irreconcilable with
juxtaposition
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The spark of a good
idea is lost for all
time in its finding
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The common thrust of
taste does not suit a woman’s
virtue or beauty
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Leonora Carrington
May 26, 2011***************
Reason is a form
of death—a fading away
like rhododendrons
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The right eye is for
painting; the left eye is to
admire the painting
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Dawn was my muse till
she dissolved in the silent
light of forever
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I haven’t got time
for people—I must shovel
coal and chop huge stones
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The task of God is
to plunge your head into a
crematorium
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The novelist peers
into a microscope of
transfixed air—and breathes
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It is the duty
of the artist to simply
derange everything
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Magritte
May 17, 2011***************
Art does not exist . . .
The atom bomb exists . . . Fear
of the bomb exists
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A surrealist
hides from daylight because it
illuminates thought
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The miserable
world is unknowable—it
does not mean a thing
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Be always on the
lookout for the mystery
of dream remembrance
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Waking life reeks of
the mediocrity of
what has never been
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I paint because I
am obliged to evoke a
translation of love
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The mind resembles
everything that hides from the
hidden visible
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Kurt Schwitters
March 2, 2011***************
Dada is the false
mirror that reflects the light
of the hereafter
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A free tram ticket
to eternity is the
best class distinction
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We must erase all
the boundaries between junk
heaps and rubbish heaps
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Invest in chaos,
deform the sublime and play
only in attics
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It is essential
to take a spiritual
interest in walls
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The bourgeoisie is
as unimportant as the
proletariat
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Time is mere money . . .
Art is a self-sufficient
factory-made bank
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Paste noon and midnight
together and you’ll swindle
demanding morning
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The Book of Haiku Revelation 