Manifesto Sample

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This is a sample from Julian Rosefeldt's film installation of \"Manifesto\". Our character here is a widower speaking at a funeral about Dadaism and the foregoing of constructed art and societies.

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Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)

Transcript

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This is an excerpt from the film Installation Manifesto by Julian Roosevelt. Cate Blanchett recites 13 pieces of manifesto. This one from Datta One dies as a hero or as an idiot, which is the same thing. The only word that is not ephemeral is the word death. You probably enjoy life, but you've got some bad habits. You're to fund of what you've been taught to be fond of. Cemeteries, melancholy, the tragic lover, Venetian gondola's You shout at the moon If you weren't so cowardly sinking under the weight of all those lofty thoughts or non existent abstractions You've been forced into all that nonsense dressed up as dogma. You'd stand up straight and play the massacre game just like we do. But you're too scared of no longer believing. You don't understand that one can be attached to nothing and be happy. We see everything we love Nothing I am against systems. The most acceptable system is in principle to have none. Abolition of logic Datta Abolition of memory Dada Abolition of archaeology Datta Abolition of the future Datta Dada is still **** But from now on, from now on we want to **** in different colors to decorate the art zoo with all of the consular flags. Dada is neither madness nor wisdom nor irony. Dada means nothing. And you were all idiots. Yeah, your complete idiots made from the alcohol of purified sleep. You're like your hopes. Nothing like your paradise. Nothing like your idols. Nothing like your political men. Nothing like your heroes. Nothing like your artists. Nothing. Your religion, nothing. No more painters. No more writers, No more musicians. No more sculptors. No more religions. No more Republicans. No more royalists, gnome or imperial ists. No more anarchists know more socialists. No more Bolsheviks! No more politicians! No more proletarians! No more Democrats! No more bourgeois! No more aristocrats! No more armies! No more police! No more! Father lands! Enough of all these imbecility! Ease gnome or anything! No more Anything. Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! Before I come down there among you to tear up your rotten teeth, your scab filled! Here's your canker covered tongues. Before I rip off your ugly, incontinent, cheesy little ****. Before all of that, we're gonna have a great big bath in antiseptic and we're warning you, it's us who are the murderers of all your little newborn babies. What we need is works of art that are strong, straight, precise and for other. Beyond understanding. The best and most extraordinary artists will be those who every hour ****** the tatters of their bodies out of the frenzied cataract of life who, with bleeding hands and hearts hold fast to the intelligence of their time. To sit in a chair for a single moment is to risk one's life.