Color will play no part in the art of future.
Writing without making mistakes is like vomiting hot air.
My picture-poems are linguistic margins on visual atolls.
As a boy,I was extremely shy, certainly as a result of my upbringing. I was an expert blusher,and some of my harsh actions may echo this shyness by way of compensation.
Poetry is when words are robbed of their attributed truth.
Art is gushing hot bile on the fields and harvesting the looks of nasty dwarfs.