25 L.A.S., "Milly Soir Noël [?] [December 1955]; 3pages large in-8 on 2 ff. o...
"Let's see, my dear Clergue. Maybe I'm crazy, but what you're asking me for isn't a few cries - you're asking me for specific things and never in any of your letters do you say what they are. "Help me" - that's understood. I'll help you. But you have to understand the exact situation: I don't have any texts from you. Nothing, except huge packets of beautiful, moving photographs. You know how much it costs to publish a book of photographs - that all photographers break their noses at it, and that in any case it would require a choice in this block that only you can afford. I have the idea that I'm missing an element that you believe is in my hands (probably a text). This is probably the source of our disagreement. If I could see you, everything would become very simple. The best thing would be to wait until I'm in St Jean and arrange a meeting. I wouldn't want to appear deaf or vague-eyed for the world. But let's be precise! One day I received the considerable package from the Harlequins - (with nothing to tell me what you wanted from me other than an admiration that is yours at first sight). Then letters in which you spoke of Picasso's enthusiasm - without underlining to me "what he had never seen analogous" either in the image or in the spirit that directs them. I'd like you to write to me as if to a donkey (and I am a donkey): "That's what I want! - you speak: (what I would write about myself) and what the exhibition would consist of, for which it might be possible for me to find a solution to the ignoble problem of our time: money
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