I
reject the soul and intuition as unnecessary. On February 19th, 1914
at a public lecture I rejected reason. I give warning of a danger.
Reason has now imprisoned art in a box of square dimensions. Foreseeing
the danger of a fifth and sixth dimension, I fled, since the fifth
and sixth dimensions form a cube in which art will stifle.
Escape
before it is too late.
Dostoyevsky said in his naivete: "What is the mind for if not
to get what you want."
So instead of writing artistic works he wrote clever ones.
A work of the highest art is written in the absence of reason.
A fragment from such a work:
"I
have just eaten calves' feet.
It is suprisingly difficult to adjust oneself to happiness having
traveled the length and breadth of Siberia.
I always envy the telegraph pole. A chemist's shop."
Of
course many people will think that this is absurd, but in vain.
One has only to light two matches and set up the wash-stand [ i.e.:
mind-reason ]
.
. . Kazimir Malevich, 1916
