Un baquet de sang (1959)

Partager la citation sur facebook I will talk to you of Art, for there is nothing else to talk about, for there is nothing else... Life is an obscure hobo bumming a ride on the omnibus of Art. Burn gas, buggies, and whip your sour cream of circumstance and hope, and go ahead and sleep your bloody heads off. Creation is, all else is not. Creation is graham crackers; let it all crumble to feed the creator; feed him that he may be satisifed. The Artist is, all others are not. A canvas is a canvas or a painting. A rock is a rock or a statue. A sound is a sound or is music. A preacher is a preacher, or an Artist. Where are John, Joe, Jake, Jim, Jerk? dead, dead, dead They were not born before they were born, they were not born... Where are Leonardo, Rembrandt, Ludwig? Alive! Alive! Alive! They were born! Bring on the multitudes with a multitude of fishes: feed them with the fishes for liver oil to nourish the Artist, stretch their skin upon an easel to give him canvas, crush their bones into a paste that he might mold them. Let them die, and by their miserable deaths become the clay within his hands that he might form an ashtray or an ark. Pray that you may be his diadem: gold, glory, paint, clay, that he might take you in his magic hands and wring from your marrow wonder. For all that is comes through the eye of the Artist. The rest are blind fish swimming in the cave of aloneness. Swim on you maudlin, muddling, maddened fools, and dream that one bright, sunny night the Artist will bait a hook and let you bite upon it. Bite hard and die!... in his stomach you are very close to immortality.

Partager la citation sur facebook I refuse to say anything twice. Repetition is death... When you repeat something, you are reliving a moment, wasting it, severing it from the other end of your life. I believe only in new impressions, new stimuli, new life!

Partager la citation sur facebook I'm proud to say my poetry is only understood by that minority which is aware.

Partager la citation sur facebook Walter has a clear mind. One day something will enter it, feel lonely... and leave again.

Partager la citation sur facebook Attention. Attention, everyone! As you passed through these yellow portals I'm sure you noticed on your right a small clay figure and assumed this transfixed effigy to be the work of a master sculptor. And indeed, so it is. That master sculptor is in our midst. He's none other that Walter Paisley, our very own busboy, whose hands of genius have been carrying away the empty cups of your frustration. Mark well this lad. His is the silent voice of creation. But in the dark, rich soil of humility, he blossoms as the hope of our nearly sterile century! [Crowd breaks into applause as Maxwell finishes his speech] Bring me an espresso, Walter.

Partager la citation sur facebook Life is an obscure hobo, bumming a ride on the omnibus of art.

Partager la citation sur facebook Maxwell H. Brock: To be uncreative you might as well be in your grave... or in the Army.
Walter Paisley: They tried to draft me once. I couldn't pass the test.

Partager la citation sur facebook Maxwell H. Brock: I will not wish you good luck.
Walter Paisley: Why not?
Maxwell H. Brock: It would imply you could not succeed on your own.

Partager la citation sur facebook Maxwell H. Brock: ... my poetry is understood by that minority which is aware.
Woman: Aware of what?
Naolia: Well, not of anything, stupid, just aware!

Partager la citation sur facebook Alice: [Unimpressed with Walter and his new-found fame as a sculptor] Oh, let's change the subject. I'm sick of hearing about sculptors. Nobody knows how to do that anymore, much less the busboy from The Yellow Door.
Walter Paisley: [Offended] Who do you think you're talkin' about?
Alice: Don't shout at me!
Walter Paisley: I don't like you...
Alice: [Mocking laughter] Nobody asked your opinion, Walter! You're just a simple farm boy, and the rest of us are sophisticated beatniks.

Partager la citation sur facebook Alice: [Disrobing completely off camera] You could use a little more heat around this place!
Walter Paisley: [Busy work at a mound of clay) It's bad for the clay...you'll get used to it!

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Partager la citation sur facebook You'll be sick - from laughing!

Partager la citation sur facebook Will YOU join his human museum?

Partager la citation sur facebook You'll be sick, sick, sick - from laughing!

Partager la citation sur facebook A new dimension in horror!

Partager la citation sur facebook Inside every artist... Lurks a mad man!

Partager la citation sur facebook Julian Burton — Maxwell H. Brock