Art has no stake in the structure of things, it cuts across them
It has nothing to do with 'interest' for it does not contain particularity
Rather, art is the intimate — yet impersonal — production of a truth addressed to everyone
It takes the form of an unwavering fidelity — a fidelity to an idea — but its actualization necessarily exceeds it
The thought of art stems from a fundamental displacement — it is an exposition, a detonation and a fissure all in one
It does not produce the profound distance of contemplation, rather it resides in the totally proximal, such as a lovers' blind embrace
At the point of this unbearable contradiction, there is no time for considering limits — we are cast into infinitude
The purpose of art is to render visible that which for the state does not exist
We do not wish to redeem the waste of our society but to offer that waste as a form of thought that overwhelms the situation
One task of art is the wresting of a common from the museumification of the world — we must profane that which is sacred.
It is an injuncture, a radical hypothesis for thought and work: to transform what has had happened as incomplete, but to leave open the possibility of what never was.
Our struggle is the procurement of impossibilities
The artist is not one but multiple
Unlimited human strike
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