The Avant-garde Is Now Stranded In The

Man Invented The Gods. Then The Gods Went Off On Their Own, But Not Far.

Posterity--the Forlorn Child Of Nineteenth Century Optimism--grows Ever Harder To Conceive.

Nobody Likes To Offer Stupidity As An Excuse.

Complainers Detest Each Other.

Pride Sings And Dances; Humility Sighs.