We stand for the Reality of the Present - not for sentimental Future.
Logical processes, solution of problems. To make the rich of the community shed their education skin, to destroy politeness, standardization and academic, that is civilised, vision, is the task we have set ourselves.
To the individual, boundaries have been assigned even to experience. Empowered to deal with more than merely summary realities, their stupidity, animalism and dreams.
Its success does not depend upon the more or less capricious routes, we believe in existence, the sum of dreaming moments - even taking into consideration pure dream alone, that of sleep - is from the point of view of time no less than the sum of moments of reality, which we shall confine to waking moments.)
WE NEED THE UNCONSCIOUNESS OF HUMANITY.
Extreme disproportion in the importance and seriousness assigned to events of the waking moments the man, when he ceases to sleep, is above all at dream for him, depriving it of all actual consequence and obliterating the only determinant from the illusion of continuing something worthwhile.
The dream finds itself relegated to a parenthesis, like the night. And in general it gives no more counsel than the night.
We believe in no perfectibility except our own, performance is restricted, MANIFESTO.
Outward appearances, is continuous and bears traces of organization.
Distinct representation of realities whose co-ordination is a matter of will. We may hope for the automobilism vortex!
Enable myself to surrender myself to sleepers, I surrender to those who read me with their eyes open, in order to stop the conscious rhythm of my thought from prevailing over this material.
Blast presents an art of individuals.
Why should I not concede to the dream what I sometimes refuse to reality.
Weight if self-assurance we want body of water, blast first. Daily increasing degree of consciousness?
Only to produce live drastic winds to make us mild.
Life’s fundamental problems?
I am growing old and, perhaps more than this reality to which I believe myself confined, long live, do you think not?
It is the dream, and the detachment that I owe to it, which is ageing me.
We want to leave Nature and Men alone.
The only way Humanity can help artists is to remain independent and work unconsciously.
I return to the waking state.