Any Fool Can Write A Novel But

The Twentieth Century Ended With Its Dreams In Ruins. The Notion Of The Community As A Voluntary Association Of Enlightened Citizens Has Died Forever. We Realize How Suffocatingly Humane We've Become, Dedicated To Moderation And The Middle Way. The Suburbanization Of The Soul Has Overrun Our Planet Like The Plague.

Perhaps Violence, Like Pornography, Is Some Kind Of An Evolutionary Standby System, A Last-resort Device For Throwing A Wild Joker Into The Game?

After Being Bombarded Endlessly By Road-safety Propaganda It Was Almost A Relief To Find Myself In An Actual Accident.

The Geometry Of Landscape And Situation Seems To Create Its Own Systems Of Time, The Sense Of A Dynamic Element Which Is Cinematizing The Events Of The Canvas, Translating A Posture Or Ceremony Into Dynamic Terms. The Greatest Movie Of The 20th Century Is The Mona Lisa, Just As The Greatest Novel Is Gray's Anatomy.

Science Is The Ultimate Pornography, Analytic Activity Whose Main Aim Is To Isolate Objects Or Events From Their Contexts In Time And Space. This Obsession With The Specific Activity Of Quantified Functions Is What Science Shares With Pornography.