Here We Meet, On The Page, Naked

It Is Not That Sport, Over-indulged In, Coarsens The Mind; It Is That It Dulls It.

I Write Because I Feel Driven To Write. I Write From A Sense Of Inner Necessity. I Don't Write For Anything Other Than That.

As For Critical Writing About Modernism, Its Moments Of Lucidity Are But Fulgurations Illuminating The Dark And Incomprehensible Landscape Of Its Subject's Unabashed Difficulty.

The Fictional Work Is A Kind Of Actor That Wears A Satirical Garb But Can Put On Other Costumes As Well.

Whatever Respect Photography May Once Have Deserved Is Now Superfluous In View Of Its Own Superfluity.