There is no becoming, no revolution, no struggle, no path; already you're the monarch of your own skin - your inviolable freedom waits to be completed only by the love of other monarchs: a politics of dream, urgent as the blueness of sky.

If rulers refuse to consider poems as crimes, then someone must commit crimes that serve the function of poetry, or texts that possess the resonance of terrorism.

The dullard finds even wine tasteless, while the sorcerer is intoxicated by the mere sight of water.

In short, it occurred to me that perhaps the only possible avant garde is the avant garden.

The media of sameness and separation represent the world in its most religious form - the structuring of the social in images.

Sorcery breaks no law of nature because there is no Natural Law, only the spontaneity of natura naturans, the tao. Sorcery violates laws which seek to chain this flow– priests, kings, hierophants, mystics, scientists & shopkeepers all brand the sorcerer enemy for threatening the power of their charade, the tensile strength of their illusory web.

Words belong to those who use them only till someone else steals them back.