But The Existence Of A Cult Does

I Have Never Been Against New Art As Such; Some Of It Is Good, Much Is Crap, Most Is Somewhere In Between.

On The Whole, Money Does Artists Much More Good Than Harm. The Idea That One Benefits From Cold Water, Crusts And Debt Collectors Is Now Almost Extinct, Like Belief In The Reformatory Power Of Flogging.

Everything That Would Be Said Against The Eixample's Heirs, From Le Corbusier's 'ville Radieuse' To Oscar Niemeyer's Brasilia, Was Already Said, With Far Less Justice, About The Eixample Itself. And All Its Critics Concurred That The Basic Mistake Was To Have Left The Planning Of A City In The Hands Of A Socialist.

When The War (wwi) Finally Ended It Was Necessary For Both Sides To Maintain, Indeed Even To Inflate, The Myth Of Sacrifice So That The Whole Affair Would Not Be Seen For What It Was: A Meaningless Waste Of Millions Of Lives. Logically, If The Flower Of Youth Had Been Cut Down In Flanders, The Survivors Were Not The Flower: The Dead Were Superior To The Traumatized Living. In This Way, The Virtual Destruction Of A Generation Further Increased The Distance Between The Old And The Young, Between The Official And The Unofficial.

In Art There Is No Progress, Only Fluctuations Of Intensity.