The basic belief of all these modernists, desperate to make a new, untraditional art, is that one has to become drunk on the unconscious, and with that primitive, insane and childlike. All one needs is one’s inborn imagination, which “play[s] without playthings,”11 as Baudelaire said, suggesting that making art is child’s play, demanding little or no “deliberation,” as he dismissively called it, and the work of art is a sort of plaything in an imaginative game the artist plays with himself. Thus, to use Freud’s language, “imagination, liberated from the domination of reason [deliberation] and from any moderating control [exercised by the adult ego], leaps into a position of unlimited sovereignty.”12 The dream is the “artistic work”—Freud’s term—that the imagination produces, and there is an “indisputable analogy between dreams and insanity.”13 We are insane children when we dream—“Schopenhauer called dreams a brief madness, madness a long dream,” Freud notes in agreement14—suggesting that an artist can become modern simply by dreaming, that is, regressing to an “unreasonable” childlike state of mind.