I urge you to be as impudent as you dare. BE BOLD, BE BOLD, BE BOLD.

...to be a poet, requires a mythology of the self. The self described is the poet self, to which the daily self (and others) are often ruthlessly sacrificed. The poet self is the real self, the other one is the carrier; and when the poet self dies, the person dies.

Ultimately ideas come out of a temperament or a sensibility, they are a crystallization or a precipitation of temperament.

The photographer is an armed version of the solitary walker reconnoitering, stalking, cruising the urban inferno, the voyeuristic stroller who discovers the city as a landscape of voluptuous extremes. Adept of the joys of watching, connoisseur of empathy, the flâneur finds the world 'picturesque.

The basic unit for contemporary art is not the idea, but the analysis of and extension of sensations.

Any critic is entitled to wrong judgments, of course. But certain lapses of judgment indicate the radical failure of an entire sensibility.

No 'we' should be taken for granted when the subject is looking at other people's pain.