Art Has Nothing To Do With Clarity,

My Mistakes Are My Life.

In The Name Of Bacon Will You Chicken Me Up That Egg. Shall I Swallow Cave-phantoms?

Silence, Yes, But What Silence! For It Is All Very Fine To Keep Silence, But One Has Also To Consider The Kind Of Silence One Keeps.

You Cried For Night - It Falls. Now Cry In Darkness.

Suffering Is The Main Condition Of The Artistic Experience.