The Work Of Art Is A Stuffed

It Is Because The Public Are A Mass Inert, Obtuse, And Passive That They Need To Be Shaken Up From Time To Time So That We Can Tell From Their Bear-like Grunts Where They Are And Also Where They Stand. They Are Pretty Harmless, In Spite Of Their Numbers, Because They Are Fighting Against Intelligence.

God Is The Tangential Point Between Zero And Infinity.

The Work Of Art Is A Stuffed Crocodile.

Duration Is The Transformation Of A Succession Into A Reversion. In Other Words: The Becoming Of A Memory.

Applause That Comes Thundering With Such Force You Might Think The Audience Merely Suffers The Music As An Excuse For Its Ovations.