Celebrity: I Picture Myself As A Marble

Every Poem Is A Coat Of Arms. It Must Be Deciphered. How Much Blood, How Many Tears In Exchange For These Axes, These Muzzles, These Unicorns, These Torches, These Towers, These Martlets, These Seedlings Of Stars And These Fields Of Blue!

Art Is A Marriage Of The Conscious And The Unconscious.

The Skin Of All Of Us Is Responsive To Gypsy Songs And Military Marches.

Whatever The Public Blames You For, Cultivate It; It Is Yourself.

What The Public Criticizes In You, Cultivate. It Is You.