Deeds Cannot Dream What Dreams Can Do

The Symbol Of All Art Is The Prism. The Goal Is Unrealism. The Method Is Destructive. To Break Up The White Light Of Objective Realism, Into The Secret Glories Which It Contains.

There Is No Music Unless The Drum And The Drummer Are One.

Nothing Recedes Like Progress.

What If A Much Of A Which Of A Wind Gives The Truth To Summer's Lie; Bloodies With Dizzying Leaves The Sun And Yanks Immortal Stars Awry?

For Whatever We Lose (like A You Or A Me), It's Always Our Self We Find In The Sea.