Art Does Not Die Because There Is

In Days Gone By, We Were Afraid Of Dying In Dishonor Or A State Of Sin. Nowadays, We Are Afraid Of Dying Fools. Now The Fact Is That There Is No Extreme Unction To Absolve Us Of Foolishness. We Endure It Here On Earth As Subjective Eternity.

Images Have Become Our True Sex Objects. It Is This Promiscuity And The Ubiquity Of Images, This Viral Contamination Of Images Which Are The Fatal Characteristics Of Our Culture.

If Everything Is Perfect, Language Is Useless. This Is True For Animals. If Animals Don't Speak, It's Because Everything's Perfect For Them. If One Day They Start To Speak, It Will Be Because The World Has Lost A Certain Sort Of Perfection.

Television Knows No Night. It Is Perpetual Day. Tv Embodies Our Fear Of The Dark, Of Night, Of The Other Side Of Things.

A Society Which Allows An Abominable Event To Burgeon From Its Dung Heap And Grow On Its Surface Is Like A Man Who Lets A Fly Crawl Unheeded Across His Face Or Saliva Dribble From His Mouth -- Either Epileptic Or Dead.