And mankind exists in order to create works of art.
Unlike all other human activities, this one is unselfish.
Two people shouldn’t know each other too well if they want to fall in love. But then maybe they shouldn’t fall in love at all.
The new German Film lasted from the sixties into the eighties.
Girls were pretty, smiles were sweet, pains were great….
and black and white was artistic.
Helmut Berger with Visconti in Rome.
Udo Kier with Warhol in new York, Romy Schneider with Zulawski in Paris.
A big fashionable world. But now?
One more experiment. Experiments, facts,truth of the highest instance.
There’s no such thing as facts. Especially here.All this is someone’s idiotic invention.
Don’t you feel it? But you, of course, must find out whose invention it is.
And why. What good can your knowledge do?
Any man that doesn’t have those loner vibes just doesn’t come off as having any substance.
But if no one is going
to read me in one hundred years,
why the hell should I write at all?
Go to all the good movies you can, write-write-write for anyplace that will print your stuff.
-Airports, taxi, hotel.
They’re all the same in the end.
-I don’t agree.
It’s us who remain the same.
We translate every situation, every
experience into the same old codes.
We just condition ourselves.