In The World We Live In Everything

The Invention Of Photography Has Dealt A Mortal Blow To The Old Modes Of Expression, In Painting As Well As In Poetry, Where Automatic Writing, Which Appeared At The End Of The Nineteenth Century, Is A True Photography Of Thought. Since A Blind Instrument Now Assured Artists Of Achieving The Aim They Had Set Themselves Up To That Time, They Now Aspired, Not Without Recklessness, To Break With The Imitation Of Appearances.

I Love You On The Surface Of Seas Red Like The Egg When It Is Green

Beauty Will Be Convulsive Or Will Not Be At All.

Artistic Imagination Must Remain Free. It Is By Definition Free From Any Fidelity To Circumstances, Especially To The Intoxicating Circumstances Of History.

For Me, The Single Word "god" Suggests Everything That Is Slippery, Shady, Squalid, Foul, And Grotesque.