Sepp Dreissinger - Thomas Bernhard, Cafe Bräunerhof, 1984
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Words ruin one’s thoughts, paper makes them ridiculous, and even while one is still glad to get something ruined and something ridiculous down on paper, one’s memory manages to lose hold of even this ruined and ridiculous something. Paper can turn an enormity into a triviality, an absurdity. If you look at it this way, then whatever appears in the world, by way of the spiritual world so to speak, is always a ruined thing, a ridiculous thing, which means that everything in this world is ridiculous and ruined. Words were made to demean thought, I would even go so far as to state that words exist in order to abolish thought, and one day they will succeed one hundred percent in so doing. In any case, words (are) bringing everything down. Depression derives from words, nothing else
Instead of committing suicide, people go to work
Joham Brathok - Thomas Bernhard, 1967
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Clarence Laughlin, 1941
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Helmut Newton - A Gun for Hire, 1998
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Jean Marais & Josette Day - La Belle et la Bête, Jean Cocteau, 1946
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María Casares - Orphée Jean Cocteau, 1950
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Man Ray
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David Chancellor
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Karlheinz Weinbenger
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Else Neft
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