The Lords and the New Creatures

There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theatres to recall the sensation of rain.

The subject says: I see first many things which dance... then everything gradually becomes connected.

Door of passage to the other side, the soul frees itself in stride.

Urge to come to terms with the "Outside," by absorbing, interiorizing it. I won't come out, you must come in to me. Into my womb-garden where I peer out. Where I can construct a universe within the skull, to rival the real.

Cineama, heir of alchemy, The last erotic science

Through art they confuse us and blind us to our enslavement. Art adorns our prison walls, keeps us silent and diverted and indifferent.

We are content with the 'given' in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.

It is wrong to assume that art needs the spectator in order to be. The film runs on without any eyes. The spectator cannot exist without it. It insures his existence.

Films are collections of dead pictures which are given artificial insemination.

The appeal of cinema lies in the fear of death.