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A Successful Work Of Art Is Not One Which Resolves Objective Contradictions In A Spurious Harmony, But One Which Expresses The Idea Of Harmony Negatively By Embodying The Contradictions, Pure And Uncompromised, In Its Innermost Structure.

To Hate Destructiveness, One Must Hate Life As Well: Only Death Is An Image Of Undistorted Life ... Organic Life Is An Illness Peculiar To Our Unlovely Planet.

Art As A Whole Is A Riddle. Another Way Of Putting This Is To Say That Art Expresses Something While At The Same Time Hiding It.

Life Has Become The Ideology Of Its Own Absence.

Art Is Permitted To Survive Only If It Renounces The Right To Be Different, And Integrates Itself Into The Omnipotent Realm Of The Profane.