Art Is An Invention Of

We Must Cultivate And Defend Particularity, Individuality, And Irregularity-life. Human Beings Do Not Have A Future In The Collectivism Of Bureaucratic States Or In The Mass Society Created By Capitalism. Every System, By Virtue As Much Of Its Abstract Nature As Of Its Pretension To Totality, Is The Enemy Of Life. As A Forgotten Spanish Poet, José Moreno Villa, Put It With Melancholy Wit: "i Have Discovered In Symmetry The Root Of Much Iniquity."

It Is The Revolution, The Magical Word, The Word That Is Going To Change Everything, That Is Going To Bring Us Immense Delight And A Quick Death.

If Society Abolishes Poetry It Commits Spiritual Suicide.

Man, Even Man Debased By The Neocapitalism And Pseudosocialism Of Our Time, Is A Marvelous Being Because He Sometimes Speaks. Language Is The Mark, The Sign, Not Of His Fall But Of His Original Innocence. Through The Word We May Regain The Lost Kingdom And Recover Powers We Possessed In The Far-distant Past.

What Is Art? A Violet. Is That All? An Artistic Style Is A Living Entity, A Continuous Process Of Invention. It Can Never Be Imposed From Without; Born Of The Profoundest Tendencies Within A Society, Its Direction Is To A Certain Extent Unpredictable, In Much The Same Way As The Eventual Configuration Of A Tree's Branches.