Making art in America is about saving one's soul.
When you play chess alone it's always your move.
To submit to chance is to reveal the self and its obsessions.
Poetry is an orphan of silence.
Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.
Found objects, chance creations, ready-mades (mass-produced items promoted into art objects, such as Duchamp's "Fountain"-urinal as sculpture) abolish the separation between art and life. The commonplace is miraculous if rightly seen.