To Glorify The Cult Of Images (my

On The Vaporization And The Centralization Of The Self. All Is There.

He Possessed The Logic Of All Good Intentions And A Knowledge Of All The Tricks Of His Trade, And Yet He Never Succeeded At Anything, Because He Believed Too Much In The Impossible. Surprising? Why So? He Was Forever In The Act Of Conceiving It!

Always Be A Poet, Even In Prose.

The Form Of A Town Changes More Swiftly Alas! Than The Heart Of A Mortal.

Our Squalid Society Rushed, Narcissus To A Man, To Gaze On Its Trivial Image On A Scrap Of Metal.