In Art There Is No Progress, Only

It Was Van Gogh's Madness That Prevented Him From Working; The Paintings Themselves Are Ineffably Sane, If Sanity Is To Be Defined In Terms Of Exact Judgment Of Ends And Means And The Power Of Visual Analysis.

Nevertheless, What Was Made In The Hope Of Transforming The World Need Not Be Rejected Because It Failed To Do So – Otherwise, One Would Also Have To Throw Out A Good Deal Of The Greatest Painting And Poetry Of The Nineteenth Century. An Objective Political Failure Can Still Work As A Model Of Intellectual Affirmation Or Dissent.

For The Machine Meant The Conquest Of Horizontal Space. It Also Meant A Sense Of That Space Which Few People Had Experienced Before – The Succession And Superimposition Of Views, The Unfolding Of Landscape In Flickering Surfaces As One Was Carried Swiftly Past It, And An Exaggerated Feeling Of Relative Motion (the Poplars Nearby Seeming To Move Faster Than The Church Spire Across The Field) Due To Parallax. The View From The Train Was Not The View From The Horse. It Compressed More Motifs Into The Same Time. Conversely, It Left Less Time In Which To Dwell On Any One Thing.

Christmas Began In The Heart Of God. It Is Complete Only When It Reaches The Heart Of Man.why Wait For A Call When You Have A Command?

It Was The Basilica Of Gossip, The Vatican Of Inside Dope.