No theoretician, no writer on art, however interesting he or she might be, could be as interesting as Picasso. A good writer on ar...t may give you an insight to Picasso, but, after all, Picasso was there first.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Mexico is a nineteenth-century country arranged for gaslight. Once brought into the harsh light of the twentieth-century media, Me...xico can only seem false. In its male, in its public, its city aspect, Mexico is an arch-tranvestite, a tragic buffoon. Dogs bark and babies cry when Mother Mexico walks abroad in the light of day. The policeman, the Marxist mayor--Mother Mexico doesn't even bother to shave her mustachios. Swords and rifles and spurs and bags of money chink and clatter beneath her skirts. A chain of martyred priests dangles from her waist, for she is an austere, pious lady. Ay, how much--clutching her jangling bosoms; spilling cigars--how much she has suffered.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, The house for me, no doubt, were a house in the city-square;... Ah, such a life, such a life, as one leads at the window there!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
New York is full of abandoned churches. A Godless city, but full of superstitions on every subject--art, money, sex, food, health.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »