For Art To Be Art It Has

And I Imagine... With Great Pleasure... All The Horrible Stirrings Of The Nonmanifested To Bring Forth The Scream Which Creates The Universe. Maybe One Day I'll See You Trembling, And You'll Go Into Convulsion And Grow Larger And Smaller Until Your Mouth Opens And The World Will Come From Your Mouth, Escaping Through The Window Like A River, And It Will Flood The City. And Then We'll Begin To Live.

Awakening Is Not A Thing. It Is Not A Goal, Not A Concept. It Is Not Something To Be Attained. It Is A Metamorphosis. If The Caterpillar Thinks About The Butterfly It Is To Become, Saying ‘and Then I Shall Have Wings And Antennae,’ There Will Never Be A Butterfly. The Caterpillar Must Accept Its Own Disappearance In Its Transformation. When The Marvelous Butterfly Takes Wing, Nothing Of The Caterpillar Remains.

Santa Sangre Is The Picture I Love The Best, Myself, Because El Topo And The Holy Mountain I Made With My Head, And Santa Sangre I Made With My Feelings, With My Heart. It's An Emotional Picture. And It's More Real For Me, That Picture.

When I Was A Young Person I Went To The University And I Learned A Rational Language, To Think With The Left Side Of The Brain. But In The Right Side Of The Brain You Have Intuition And Imagination. Words Are Not The Truth; They Indicate The Way To Go, But You Need To Go Alone, In Silence. Symbols Have A Language That Kills The Words.

Normality Is To Be Different. Every Person Is A Different Person. And One Day You Need To Be Aware Of Your Difference. Aware That You Are Not The Same As The Others. That Is To Be Normal.