“But
where this passion is not forthcoming,
there neither is any calm (Ruhe): true, noble
Calm is nothing else than Passion mollified through Resignation.
[23] Where the calm has not been ushered in by passion,
we perceive naught but sluggishness (Trägheit):
the opposite of sluggishness, however, is nothing but that
prickling unrest which we observe in contemporary artist-works
from one end to the other, saving where it makes place for that
soulless, feelingless inertia. What issues from the contemporary
artists' attempts at making Art, must necessarily therefore bear
the attributes of coldness and indifference, even to triviality and
absurdity; and in the history of Modern Art we can but class
the recent contemporary art period as that of final unproductivity,
of stability gone to ruin.“
where this passion is not forthcoming,
there neither is any calm (Ruhe): true, noble
Calm is nothing else than Passion mollified through Resignation.
[23] Where the calm has not been ushered in by passion,
we perceive naught but sluggishness (Trägheit):
the opposite of sluggishness, however, is nothing but that
prickling unrest which we observe in contemporary artist-works
from one end to the other, saving where it makes place for that
soulless, feelingless inertia. What issues from the contemporary
artists' attempts at making Art, must necessarily therefore bear
the attributes of coldness and indifference, even to triviality and
absurdity; and in the history of Modern Art we can but class
the recent contemporary art period as that of final unproductivity,
of stability gone to ruin.“