I feel that very strongly: having been an academic, having been tempted by the invitation to stay on to become a Ph.D., a professor, and all that, one side of me certainly does respect all disciplines, as long as they don't ossify.

If you pluck out my heart To find what makes it move, You’ll halt the clock That syncopates our love.

See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.

Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.

Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.

Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what life is.

The artist's life nourishes itself on the particular, the concrete.