'Poetry, in the past, endeavored to be real, but to do so had to reduce itself to a convention which alone ventured to read the strange stuff of poetry into the reality of things. Where the convention was missing, it was furiously denied that any poetry existed. But what is poetry but a vehement negation of all convention? It is utterly simple and unassuming, unreal and unattached, drawing its magic from within itself, not from the structure of a world whose political organization answered to the dream of a majestic prince or divinity.'
Georges Bataille, Manet, translated bt Austryn Wainbouse & James Emmons, publisher: Skira