If you want to realize yourselves all your pet illusions must be unmasked.
There is no Space or Time Only intensity, And tame things Have no immensity
Poetry is prose bewitched, a music made of visual thoughts, the sound of an idea.
Women must destroy in themselves, the desire to be loved-
Love of others is the appreciation of one's self.
The flux of life is pouring its aesthetic aspect into your eyes, your ears - and you ignore it because you are looking for your canons of beauty in some sort of frame or glass case or tradition.