How many people came and stayed a certain time, Uttered light or dark speech that became part of you Like light behind windblown fog and sand Filtered and influenced by it, until no part Remains that is surely you.

Not until it starts to stink does the inevitable happen.

Part of the strength of Pollock and Rothko's art, in fact, is this doubt as to whether art may be there at all.

The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through.

The term ignorant is indeed perhaps an overstatement, implying as it does that something is known somewhere, whereas in reality we are not even sure of this: we in fact cannot aver with any degree of certainty that we are ignorant. Yet this is not so bad; we have at any rate kept our open-mindedness -- that, at least, we may be sure that we have -- and are not in any danger, or so it seems, of freezing into the pious attitudes of those true spiritual bigots whose faces are turned toward eternity and who therefore can see nothing.

Silly girls your heads full of boys

Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night.