Paris-new York, The Two High Tension Magnetic

I Gathered Poets Around Me And We All Wrote Beautiful Erotica. As We Were Condemned To Focus Only On Sensuality, We Had Violent Explosions Of Poetry. Writing Erotica Became A Road To Sainthood Rather Than To Debauchery.

The Personal, If It Is Deep Enough, Becomes Universal, Mythical, Symbolic.

In Music I Feel Most Deeply The Passing Of Things.

Something Is Always Born Of Excess: Great Art Was Born Of Great Terror, Great Loneliness, Great Inhibitions, Instabilities, And It Always Balances Them.

Violence Is A Symptom Of Impotence.