Machines Have Come, Art Has Fled, And

A Young Man Who Is Unable To Commit A Folly Is Already An Old Man.

And Here In My Isolation I Can Grow Stronger. Poetry Seems To Come Of Itself, Without Effort, And I Need Only Let Myself Dream A Little While Painting To Suggest It.

Why Did I Hesitate To Put All This Glory Of The Sun On My Canvas?

Color Which, Like Music, Is A Matter Of Vibrations, Reaches What Is Most General And Therefore Most Indefinable In Nature: Its Inner Power.

Nail Up Some Indecency In Plain Sight Over Your Door; From That Time Forward You Will Be Rid Of All Respectable People,the Most Insupportable Folk God Has Created.