The Lover's Fatal Identity Is Precisely This:

Every New Fashion Is A Refusal To Inherit, A Subversion Against The Oppression Of The Preceding Fashion; Fashion Experiences Itself As A Right, The Natural Right Of The Present Over The Past.

How Does Meaning Get Into The Image? Where Does It End? And If It Ends, What Is There Beyond?

What I Claim Is To Live To The Full The Contradiction Of My Time, Which May Well Make Sarcasm The Condition Of Truth.

What The Photograph Reproduces To Infinity Has Occurred Only Once: The Photograph Mechanically Repeats What Could Never Be Repeated Existentially.

The Haiku Reproduces The Designating Gesture Of The Child Pointing At Whatever It Is (the Haiku Shows No Partiality For The Subject), Merely Saying: That!