[o]ften Art Has Judged The Judges, Pleaded

A Cigarette Is A Breathing Space. It Makes A Parenthesis. The Time Of A Cigarette Is A Parenthesis, And If It Is Shared, You Are Both In That Parenthesis. Its Like A Proscenium Arch For A Dialogue.

[o]ften Art Has Judged The Judges, Pleaded Revenge To The Innocent And Shown To The Future What The Past Suffered, So That It Has Never Been Forgotten. . . .

The Essence Of Songs Is Neither Vocal Nor Cerebral But Organic. We Follow Songs In Order To Be Enclosed. We Find Ourselves Inside A Message. The Unsung, Impersonal World Remains Outside, On The Other Surface Of A Placenta. All Songs, Even When Their Content Or Rendering Is Strongly Masculine, Operate Maternally.

Unlike Any Other Visual Image, A Photograph Is Not A Rendering, An Imitation Or An Interpretation Of Its Subject, But Actually A Trace Of It. No Painting Or Drawing, However Naturalist, Belongs To Its Subject In The Way That A Photograph Does.

Autobiography Begins With A Sense Of Being Alone. It Is An Orphan Form.