Between Impression and Expression: Marcel Duchamp

All this twaddle — the existence of God, atheism, determinism, liberation, societies, death, etc. — are pieces of a chess game called language, and they are amusing only if one does not preoccupy oneself with ‘winning’ or ‘losing’ this game of chess.  As soon as we start putting our thoughts into words and sentences, everything gets distorted; language is just no damn good — I use it because I have to, but I don’t put any trust in it.  We never understand each other.  What I have in mind is that art may be bad, good or indifferent, but whatever adjective is used, we must call it art, and bad art is still art in the same way that a bad emotion is still an emotion.


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