PICABIA Francis (1879-1953)

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PICABIA Francis (1879-1953)
L.A.S. "F.", to Christine BOUMEESTER; 2 pages in-4 (some small spots). Very nice letter to her friend. "One must not see when it will be Time. No because we must - why should we? - but simply because we desire it; because, however attached we may be to a being, and however much upheaval it produces in us, it cannot endorse with it all the reasons for living. He must be made to believe that he is intelligent and that we have believed him to be a friend, not out of weakness. There is something detestable, like an anticipated betrayal, in the premeditation of living with him. Let this cowardly weakness tell us something about ourselves. So we will not be entirely foolish or criminal! We must be seized, by an incoercible taste for life. It is not permissible that by waiting for us behind what is behind, we would achieve long-lasting happiness. You know it is by surprise that we must know how to stay alive, and not believe that we are granted a reprieve, to lift a sentence for us. For then we are immediately filled with compassion for them, but too gloomy for our thoughts. Try to remember that thou livest. I'm a painter who can't write well! From time to time we must examine men, for if our neighbour reasoned in a disinterested way he would refuse strength in favour of gentleness. Pay attention to society, for he who does not submit to it and allows himself to choose can only be blamed - I do not accept anyone's conditions: the weak discontented, that is, those who are less inventive, want to support life. Painters are very sick, but they owe great gratitude to their incurability and to the transformation of their evil, but this generates an intellectual irritability that can equate with genius. Naive, too frequent humanity can make us disciples of ourselves. But a man must tell himself that he is mistaken! And that this cannot be the truth [...]. To live is to distance oneself from all the things that must die. We must be cruel and relentles
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