An Emotion Is Suggested And Demolished In

A Vacant White Room With Lights Is Still A Submission To The Neutral. Works Of Art Seen In Such Spaces Seem To Be Going Through A Kind Of Esthetic Convalescence.

The Scenic Ideals That Surround Even Our National Parks Are Carriers Of A Nostalgia For Heavenly Bliss And Eternal Calmness.

Parks Are Idealizations Of Nature, But Nature In Fact Is Not A Condition Of The Ideal.

Questions About Form Seem As Hopelessly Inadequate As Questions About Content.

Language Should Find Itself In The Physical World, And Not End Up Locked In An Idea In Somebody's Head