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Pourquoi cacher le silence avec cette sorte de sonnettes et
non d’autres sans equivoque? On ne peut pas toujours dormir,
ni jouer au baccarat, ni collectionner les plantes alpines, ni boire
de l’alcool. Cela ne fait pas assez de bruit. Et par instants...
Tandis que cette tiede occupation de secretion periodique, si
naturelle, qui vient au bon moment mettre un si elegant rideau
devant la personne indesiree, remplit son role avec efficacite:
on dirait du vrai bruit.
C’est pourquoi—je ne suis cependant maitre ni du oui ni du
non—je puis continuer a laisser respirer ma petite lachete.
G. RIBEMONT DESSAIGNES
ANTICOQ
* f ITTLE REVIEW” is certainly the only magazine which
I at the present moment desires to give the public the
I work of men whose new quests are the aim in art—
i- whether in painting, music, sculpture or literature.
“Little Review” is not influenced by the present estab
lished conventions which are for the most part only commer
cial. Most of the reviews unfortunately can not live without
the help of editors and galleries who seek to make a credulous
public believe that their merchandise alone is interesting, the
only which really has a “commercial” value. This frightful
stock jobbing in pictures permits the jobbers to put over it
doesn’t matter what good fellow for a person of genius; we
have had an example of this recently at the Kahnweiler sale
where they pushed up the price to 18,000 francs for pictures
I wouldn’t have given 50 centimes for. As for cubist purism,
don’t let’s speak of it! As I have already written, this cathe
dral has only one steeple, which is Picasso; the rest of the edifice
is a shop where they should sell umbrellas and where they offer
us only “Ruoltz” which they wish to pass for real money!
The heartbreaking thing, you see, is the thought that these
imbeciles of picture merchants disgust painters with painting