Of The World As It Exists, It

The Splinter In Your Eye Is The Best Magnifying-glass Available.

The Noiseless Din That We Have Long Known In Dreams, Booms At Us In Waking Hours From Newspaper Headlines.

Even The Loveliest Dream Bears Like A Blemish Its Difference From Reality, The Awareness That What It Grants Is Mere Illusion.

Life Has Become The Ideology Of Its Own Absence.

Jazz Is The False Liquidation Of Art - Instead Of Utopia Becoming Reality It Disappears From The Picture.