Almost any fool can paint an academy picture, and any imbecile can shoot off a Kodak.
We do NOT know the past in chronological sequence. It may be convenient to lay it out anesthetized on the table with dates pasted on here and there, but what we know we know by ripples and spirals eddying out from us and from our own time.
I desired my dust to be mingled with yours Forever and forever and forever.
A little light, like a rushlight / to lead back to splendour.
Rhythm is form cut into time.
I dunno what my 23 infantile years in America signify. I left as soon as motion was autarchic -- I mean my motion.