Silence is the only language god speaks.
Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places.
A poem is an invitation to a voyage. As in life, we travel to see fresh sights.
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.
I slept little, read a lot, and fell in love frequently.
Here is something we can all count on. Sooner or later our tribe always comes to ask us to agree to murder.