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Letter to André Breton

by Jacques Vaché
18th August 1917

... Besides,

ART does not exist - So it is useless to talk about it - but! people go on being artists - because it's like that and no way else - Well - so what?

So we don't like ART and we don't like artists (down with Apollinaire) AND TOGRATH IS RIGHT TO MURDER THE POET! Anyway since we have to disgorge a drop of acid or old lyricism, let's do it quick and fast - for the railway engines run quickly.

Modernity therefore constant and killed every night - We ignore Mallarmé, but kindly - but he is dead - But we no longer know Apollinaire, or Cocteau - For - We suspect them of producing art too knowingly, of patching up romanticism with telephone wire and of not knowing the dynamos. THE stars unconnected again! - it's tiresome - and then sometimes don't they talk seriously! A man who believes is peculiar.

BUT SINCE SOME ARE BORN HAMS....

Well - I can see two ways of letting this go on - Build a personal sensation with a fantastic collision of rare words - not often, though else draw angles, clean squares of feeling - when needed, of course - We shall leave logic Honesty contradictions if necessary - like everyone else.