How did you fall in love with New Orleans? At once, madly. Looking back, sometimes I think it was predestined.

In the grand collage that is Dada, past and future are equally usable.

How did you fall in love with New Orleans? At once, madly. Looking back, sometimes I think it was predestined.

The evaporation of 4 million who believe in this crap would leave the world a better place.

These are the poems of a traveler and a lover who feels both the terror of time passing and the consolation of eternity. From such tension spring lovely poetic objects, ready for intelligent use.

The peasants of all lands recognize power and they salute it, whether it's good or evil.

The real technology -behind all our other technologies- is language. It actually creates the world our consciousness lives in.